You know a lot, for sure. I find you fairly gloomy, too quiet and enigmatic. I am aware that you know very much and have many keys, that open many doors. I looked at your face, your eyes and I could not see anything. You hide something, it must be your old knowledge. There is something that intrigues and fascinates. You look like a swallow, getting ready to fly to that flower, which awakens every morning waiting for the kiss of the sun. You are as the sea wave, as a dream or maybe as a reality beyond the sea.
You are:
The Mystery.
