Welcome, travelers…

I am Ofaniel, your host. Welcome to my house at the edge of time. Take a seat, have a drink or two, smoke a cigarette and lean back. Give me a story, and I might exchange it with one of mine. I may seem young to your eyes, but I have one or two things to tell of my own. The winds of fate have blown this little leaf a long way before it came to end up here.

Things do not ever seem to change here, in this house. The same shadows, the same whispers, and the same ghosts linger for a long time already. They have been here before I came. I do not think that there exists a light that would make them go away. I am not sure I want them to.

Some say that we are blessed, and some say that we have never seen the nightfall and thus cannot cherish the daylight that we so badly want to recognize in our own eyes and which we never will stop to seek in the eyes of others. Travelers, people passing by, lovers known and unknown...

But I know that we are timeless. Even if our days may be numbered, we are children of one and the same creation. Wraeththu - the name is a song on my lips. One, that stays in your heart and cannot be forgotten.

Catch a butterfly...

Come on in, don’t be shy. We have little enough time to waste, even though it seems to pass so slowly in this place. Days come and go, and every morning brings the same as the morning before. Will change ever enter in here? Let’s find out together… I have longed for company for so many years…

Feel free to stay as long as you want to...