"This place is curious, this place is a non place. It’s not located in some secret corner of the soul, since there are no secrets; it’s actually devouring the entire inside, projecting itself on the outside… gaining substance, encouraging stings, thirst and hunger all around."
- Natura Principia
REM simulations, eyes move under closed eyelids, random orders from the brain
claim dominion. They arouse the body by using fragmentary thoughts and
memories, or sometimes by abusing deranged wishes and desires. A dream that lasts
as a breath in real time, but thorough as an entire age in this region of the
mind. And this is how we achieve immortality, by living thousands of years in
breathe in this perpetual duality of existence, in the place of the soul that
is called angel, where waken thought is being created showing us the path to all
of our secret seas in this life. There we sail into waves of alluring mystic crossing
the nonexistent border between what’s ethereal and that which is deemed as
real. Life becomes blessing, a region of magic..
this shadow has been killed a long time ago, just like Corto’s… and all I have
left are my dreams – and they’re chasing!