Kaunas rudens rausvi skruostai

Previously

…I was not ashamed to be a daughter of Corinth, because Corinth had taught me how to build a home from the ruins of history. And Lithuania had taught me how to let the 13th century press into my bones, a constant reminder that the pressure of days is a sacred geometry. My home is 3012, a year that exists only in the dream of my heart, where the truth is finally found, and the vampire constitution is sated. I paid the bill and stepped back into the cold. The rosy cheeks of the passersby were like a field of autumn flowers, each one a story of a life booked and unbooked. I walked on, carrying the sphere of faith, the cube of days, the law that was white and eternal. And I was not ashamed.