Dirt embedded in the skin, scratches, bruises–the memories of the break still throbbed with pain. You were sitting in a huge bathroom, the water, warm as the summer sun, washed away not only the dirt, but also the horror of what you had experienced. Anna, nearby, calmly watched, her face, usually full of lively energy, seemed peaceful, almost serene. The white marble of the bathroom, cold to the touch, contrasted with the delicate pink color of the water filled with petals of unknown, fragrant flowers. The fragrance was so intense that it seemed to envelop you in an invisible cocoon, calming your nerves and relieving tension from tired muscles.

The tub was huge, almost a swimming pool. The walls were made of the same white marble, polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the flames of a small fireplace crackling in the corner. The fire danced and played with the shadows, casting bizarre patterns on the surface of the water. The fireplace was not just a decorative element, it radiated a kind of soft warmth, not burning, but penetrating deep, warming to the very soul.

Anna asked her question, simple but poignant in its depth.:

— «This place is beyond time and space, don't you have that feeling?»