When they woke at sunset, the fairy layed spread-angled under her blanket of leaves and smiled.
As she yawned heartly, an owl flew by the crown of the tree. It looked old and tired as if it had a long journey on his back.
- Hello, who are you, Mister? - The fairy asked curiously. The owl landed on the branch and looked at her with its big yellow eyes.
- My name is not known by many and forgotten by most. –
The fairy looked a bit confused at the owl which made the appearance beeing quite amused about the whole situation.
- Just call me Gizmo, little one. And who might you be, I wonder? I haven't seen many fairies left here in these woods. With the darkness came the great oblivion. The fables began to lose their names and dissapeared. You, my little friend might just be the first one I have seen in decades! -
And as the fairy couldn't answer the owl looked at her sadly and slowly moved on.
Fragile cello and piano recall the bleak childhood of brothers Sebastian and Daniel Selke spent in a large prefab estate in East Berlin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2017