follow the path toward oblivion, would take me far and away, i shall never return.
when the night comes, your see the shape of things to come, all the images that rolled off the orbs into oblivion.
a light not of the earth is gleaming here, the same glimmer from a conforting candle through all of these nights, i find myself between the front of two worlds.
among this odd creation of the human pride, which made something from nothing, i realize this journey is not the end but a new beginning.
last visions of the light, our parallel worlds slowly collide, what is a real creation and what is a true illusion ?
as darkness falls through the bleak horizon, i now perceive this world as a void, this utopia belongs to me.