Cold MelancholyFrom the top of a cavern on the mountains, Oskari stared at the starry sky of the night with his lifeless sad eyes.He was thinking about his life before he drowned and came to this type of purgatory he lives now."Hard to believe that I am dead... I had so much things left to do..."Suddenly, he realized he HAD been here before. He once dreamed he was walking aimlessly on a valley, it is the very place he is looking at right now."Oh my goodness, the myths and legends are real!" Childhood memories overflowed his mind when he remembered the days he read story books and poems about an outlandish world known as "Kirastulee"."So this is it... If memory does not fails, I remember of a place where I can go back to exact place where I died!" But he was already exhausted due to a long trip to a safe, warm place. He laid down a improvised bed made of hay next to a campfire and his lifeless sad eyes closed to sleep, preparing for the long journey back to his former life.