Shadows of The Swedish Midsommar

Every night when the sun goes down and the Midsommar celebrations end, a terrible dream tore through Sweden's peace.

The sky is painted a golden color, and the weather is great.

There are still shadows at the points where flowers meet.

Echoes from a long time ago, a cold breeze, and a shadow that is hard to see.

A beautiful moonlight dance in the birch trees

An interesting chain of lucky events led to the creation of a spinning door.

Bright flowers were worn on the heads of the celebrants.

Not many people know about this, but they are really inviting the shadows.

A black boss slept in the middle of all this never-ending genius.

A spirit with fiery eyes that roams the ground looking for long-lost loves.

The things they do and the songs they sing become more serious as the sun goes down.

More and more long-buried truths are being whispered as the group gets closer.

Through the layers below are the paths that earthquakes take.

The dancers are aware that the ground is shaking.

Roots bind to bone and muscle, just like living flesh sticks strongly to old stone.

The dreamer can't wait to wake up.

Even though the sun goes out at night in my dream, it always comes back to haunt me.

at the heart of Midsommar's never-ending flame.

Sweden is known for its sunny weather and what seems like an endless number of possibilities. Fate's joining and merging shows a soul that is always sad.