Crni Momak i Bela Krila
idu na put

[Black Boy and White Wings go on travels]

The eastern gates open, slowly sliding on their cicatrices.

Crni Momak and Bela Krila get inside the embrionic realm crossing plumbeous seas.

Tbe embrionic realm is an island.

On the island time has frozen.

Many before them have laid foot on it, and stones, and deeds.

Fortresses have been built, mosquitoes have been deprived of their pathogens, empires have seen their dawn and their downfall, new alliances have been born, and beasts of all kind have found a home.

But Crni Momak and Bela Krila are so tired from their travels that they, despite the plenty, just wish to rest.