Pilgrims wrapped in the mantle of twilight, overcoming natural boundaries with supernatural efforts of the soul. Whatever path they have chosen, it feels like they have been chosen for it. They reveal hidden abysses. Venturing into the unknown, with prudent perseverance they awaken the dormant fields of new aspirations, horizons, limits of thought and fantasy. Their constancy is in motion, in the transformation of the space of images and premonitions. Their vector is a century, but they are out of the race of the century, because they have learned one of the foundations of world harmony — the art of living a moment in the flow of a lifetime. Their words are sometimes vague, but they do not differ from their actions and always bring clarity, bring light.