Forces are running amok, deranged
as they are, completely out of control conquering what’s left from our daylight
– unavoidable consequence in these times when we replace fears with
curiosity. We extinct any brake that has even a remote possibility to undermine
us into the forgotten unknown, for we own a need for speed. On this threshold
we stand tall, looking only at our dreams in the endless wide before us. This path
is made of us, safeguarded only by means of our imagination. Here and now,
unexplored reverie of every alchemist of old.
Love is never lost and dreams are
never left in ruins, they perpetually thrive, and we are in a state of constant
bloom.
The game is afoot, and we’re
ready… as a matter of fact, we were born ready!
