My Articles – Nikolas Zannis

There is also night in me.

There is a night outThere is also night in me.In the background, the windows,small illuminated butterflies,They give way to other mortals.But isn’t clarity scary?I opened my crystals, once againThis winter is back. The city pulsed with life as night descended

The Symphony of Abandonment.

In a tiny, quaint village lay a curious secret—a vast woodland that locals called, The Symphony of Silence. Myths told of an enchanted space, “Nothing more like a deserted forest,” they said, “where there is everything and nothing that never