It may be different than it seems to appear or it might be what it is. Life is strange, millions of faces, millions of voices. The bridges we build, the stones we lay down, the mountains we create, deserts we walk through and oceans we swim across. All composed of star-dusts and yet somehow….
Time goes on, as it always has, as it always will…the story of what could have been, the tales of what was and the pictures of what will be. Human mind is brilliant, an incredible work of art on itself. Regardless, few things are not seen or heard. And that is where it all begins. The dawn of what is, creating a reality, creating an illusion….