Awakening worlds bring many stories, all sorts of sad and funny, disturbing, even scary, and soft as soufflés, mysterious and quite simple, in which there is no drop of mystery. Listening to them, I sometimes imagine them interweaving melodies, ringing, shaking in the wind. Sometimes these stories leave bells that can be hung on a tree in the garden. On a windy day, they all ring a bell, and it even seems that this sound is so powerful that somewhere in the world the sea will be born. But this world was silent...