Interweaving of death

There is no death. Love is eternal. She will find and connect the two halves of one whole. In the past ... in the present ... in the future ... it was an important day that she could not live to the end. An absurd accident put an end to everything - a brilliant career, deep relations, hopes for happiness. Then why, opening her eyes, she again felt alive? And how could it be brought into an unusual castle? To people in unusual old clothes? But, since there is no death, then you can live and love forever, isn"t it? It is only necessary to start all over again, find your only one through space and time. Find to separate and find each other someday again ... The feeling born in St. Petersburg of our days continued in medieval England, in Naples of the future, in the year 3uf29 somewhere on Earth