English version

How strange. It's another night and I can't fall asleep again. I keep imagining that maybe right now you will come, poke me in the side with a chuckle and sit down nearby, rambling to me about your day. What had happened? What you yourself were doing? Whom have you seen? Whom have you met? Tell me, laugh on your own story, smile with your cheeky-sly smile. But please – don't let silence overtake. I'm asking for it as if there was somebody to ask. You're dead. It have been about a month, maybe even two after your death – I started to get confused with passing time – and I still can't get used that you're not here anymore. There's nothing more left from you. Not in a physical way: your ashes were blown far away by wind, your mask and weapon are now kept by me as a memory. Exactly in a spiritual way is nothing left: only memories and a tiny bit of photos. But you – you are not here. Not anymore. I'm still dreaming that you're here. What had just flickered in the darkness, among the trees? Flames of the bonfire are turning into sparks higher in the air, burning branches are making a quiet crackling noises, I hear a talk nearby me. –But not even I care about his damn secret... – Something just tells me that this secret has something to do with my origin, I feel it... – I just don't want to go back to the Atlantis... I sigh, looking up at the dark sky, all full of stars. They don't care about you. They almost didn't even knew your inner. But for me – you were like my brother. How much we got throught, fighted and survived together – I can't even recall it all at once. But there's nobody anymore to recall it with. Again – as if something had moved behind the trees and disappeared entirely. Am I going crazy? There really was something that looked exactly like him! I'm looking around at the guys: everyone sits exactly as they were sitting. It wasn't real. I see that silhouette not even in the first time. Sometimes, when I pass our old, well-known places, it seems to appear from a thin air in one corner, in the other, and disappears in the same nothingness. Or when I'm torn inside by my own thoughts – you're here again. Your eyes shine with the same spark as they always been. You're standing the same proud and confident stand, ready to give hand for help. I stretch my hand to reach you – maybe in this time, you're finally real? But my fingers meet only emptiness as the vision fades. Where are you, my old friend? I remember you. Your voice, your laugh, your shining eyes and constant scratches from the crazy adventures. And I would never forget it all. Don't worry, I won't back up until I'd know what secret, which you kept for so long in the silence, you wanted to tell us. I would never forget you, my friend.