"On a patch of land beneath an ashen sky, where the fields have long surrendered all their harvest and the rain arrives like an old friend not easily forgotten, a small village stretches itself quietly into being.

A place where music never truly falls silent, where hospitality toward strangers feels almost sacred, and old houses with their barns stand pressed close together, as if whispering stories of the past.

It is a land like a hushed fairytale, where people live without pretense—raw, unguarded, and true. Here, beneath the heavy sky in the middle of the fields, life feels more real than anywhere else.

And it is here that I remain—like a solitary lighthouse in the dark of night, drawing in wanderers in search of shelter, the weary and the nameless alike.

Here, everything can be found.
Here, you may finally discover who you truly are."

Veselí nad Moravou, July, 2026

Poem I: Under Ashen Skies

Here, everything can be found.
Here, you may finally discover who you truly are.