The Entrance

The strongest beliefs are clouded by the night. The absence of consciousness covers every mind.
All the eyes, troubled by fear, longing for landmarks in a sea of neon lights.

In this silver-grey emptiness we wake up. Every one 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: Kathrina s. East, Feuerwicht
Musik: Johannes Höfener
Projekte: Oneira