EN
The language of nothingness, waiting to become something—even if only for a while; the language of the insignificant, waiting for someone to give it meaning—even if fleeting; the language of a shapeless space, ready to accept any form offered to it—even if only until another form takes its place; the language of a space unmarked by scars of the past, yet ready to accept sharp blades; the language of a land of constant beginnings, of a nameless place whose identity has yet to exist.