How was made the scarf "Kirke with a lion".

The sun of solitude cannot heal a person.

Where is the place where the sky and the earth become one?

On the island of the gods — Aeaea, in Colchis.

Only water surrounds us.

I stand by the sea, waiting for something extraordinary...

A thousand times I’ve seen ships on the horizon —

Sailors reaching out, gleaming in the light of the setting sun...

But none of them was the one I waited for so long

In this desolate silence.

Aeaea is no longer just an island — it has become my soul.

I’ve hidden away everything that hurt,

Gently tied the wind-blown threads of the sky.

I stood on the edge of time and waited.

Who is he?

Odysseus — the traveler who once visited my island,

And whom I let go by my own will...

I am Kirke — goddess of Colchis,

A sorceress, the face of waiting and strength.

Today, only my lion remains by my side — strong and loyal.

Waiting no longer hurts me, no longer tires me.

And yet — I still wait.

And when I wrap sunlight around my shoulders like silk,

I feel his breath once again...

Perhaps, one day, he will

appear again on the horizon.