I was walking near the end of the night, after a long day, I felt a fall
my vision began to change to a point where I could no longer see. I hurried to want to raise my voice, it was impossible.
reality began to distort to a point where you could no longer see anything. I hurried to want to raise my voice, it was impossible. There, in that precise space of time, I wandered through a stream of indescribable and meaningless dreams. Invaded by lethargy between the small perception of sound, there is a statue between the channels of that cavern.
abruptly I broke into a slight fringe of thicket that surrounded her. A door lay behind. Thus I savor my uncertainty, even more.
behind the door, low. I was a witness incessant vertigo, you could see a figure that produced mystical attraction, with an overwhelming and sudden voice he says me:
Your days are not over yet.