“Letters to the Lord” is a reflection of the inner voice rising from the deepest bottom of the soul — the voice that is hard to tell anyone, and sometimes even hard to admit to oneself. These letters exist beyond expectations from any human being, yet they are written with faith that universal justice, balance and harmony in nature, conscience, the meaning of life, and the Lord Himself truly exist.

— Well, here we are, at the traffic light. — What do you want from me? — Too many things I want… Can you handle it? — Sly you are, I see. — There’s a thin line between slyness and wisdom. I doubt you understand the subtleties. — You’re always so uncertain! Sometimes you seem like the very one… Then completely someone else! "Traffic lights" by Lucas Zimmermann — I showed you the path… It was you who wanted to go against it! You got lost yourself. — I wanted to

“Awaken!” — whispers a voice from the depths of the ocean, gently nudging her vulnerable body toward the surface… “This is not a place for you, lost one — an impostor duckling!” — a pod of dolphins, by pushing her body, as if mocking the weakness of a human nature beneath the water. “Wake up, breathe now!” — that wise, tender female voice from the Mariana Trench sounds again, as her sleeping face reaches the surface. Not to rise in revolt, Not to avenge, Not for hurt, pain, o

"Destroy my world!" — his voice echoes in his own head, above her lifeless body floating on the surface of the Mariana Trench. In broken...

Death is not merely a biological phenomenon but represents the end of existence itself.