Böggi:
The road home. Approaching the village where I grew up, it always feels like the nature takes a deep breath and the explodes in beauty.
Böggi:
Uphill, always just uphill... No quarter given, no shortcuts, no respite. Just new set of steps going nowhere.
Böggi:
Five! There was light behind five windows.... but eyes behind more as the grunged night fell.