Omnia Kuyusu

Omnia Well Book Description It all started with the scream of a letter hidden among the hair of words falling leaf by leaf. Behind every page he turns, a drop of blood is a woman's name. He is searching for his dreams, the stairs of the bottomless pit, and is waiting for a happiness that he believes will come true. It won't come back... Neither the friendship on the pages I write nor the smell of the flowers that die with every blow, nothing will come back to me. Loving and being loved will not come... My hopes that grow with someone else's feelings at my bedside will not come back to me. I would like to have white dreams, I dreamed of it by saying, "I will sleep on a white page, hugging my brother and drawing our rainbow on the clouds with my brother"... White... It always reaches us as a comforting color inside us, in our dreams, but sometimes black neither brings death nor white happiness for some. Happiness is the loneliness of the black color, some people's death is the regret of the white color mixing with their veins. (From the Promotional Bulletin)