DREAM WAYS
We spend our life to search the perfect textures. We drift the chords of our dreams.
We want to make imprint to the stuff of the spacetime. Why are we here? To improve our own existence?
Perhaps the ways of dreams lead to a wrong place.
Perhaps we are afloating in the black material and what we see is just the momentary dance of energy and matter.
We don't see the harmony of the countless universe.
We don't hear the pad of our clones.
We don't understand the reality in turn it comes to the ways of dreams. | 
