The strongest beliefs are clouded by the night.
The abscence of consciousness covers every mind.
All the eyes troubled by fear
longig for landmarks in a sea of neonlights.
In this silver-grey emptyness we wake up.
Everyone of us ink on a white page.
If we listen we can hear the melody of a mystery.
It is floating and whispering in its hideout.
Hidden in its sleep not even aware of its existence.
Wake with us. Let us discover what worlds have grown
behind the Cataract of Dreams.
Text von: Kathrina s. East, Feuerwicht