dreams.

there was once a time in history when all everyone ever wished for was to remain asleep forever.

now is that time.

imagination.

is a strange thing. is there something eternally that elevates you just as high, but remains with you throughout your deepest lows?

music plays somewhere distant, far away.

for every discernible note, rhythm and melody hits harder than anything we wish we'd ever known.

why must there be chapters?