They walk slowly along a winding, dark road with medieval cobblestones, far away from the hustle and bustle of Ringstrasse Avenue and the luxurious carriages carrying carefree, noisy people. Here, in this secluded corner of the city, in the deserted outskirts of Feslau, everything is wrapped in silence.
They pass quiet courtyards, a silent bell tower, shops that have just opened. The world seems motionless, like an oil painting. And beautiful, serene. Finally, a world that might perhaps hold them. Only their footsteps and the fluttering of a sparrow hopping from roof to roof can be heard, as if it is following them. He does not seem to pay it any attention, but she frequently lifts her gaze and looks at it with admiration.