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.
with us. Let us discover what worlds have grown behind the Cataract of Dreams.