I was talking within echoes of my soul, like a sole trader asking the moon for its brilliance on a pristine lake. I raise my wine cup all above the endless night and mutter softly. I find peace with no souls around,the rain washes away all the dirt of this world. What else is more perfect than rain itself? Pristine and flawless. I dream within a dream,a dream that's all above one and all below one, life itself can be perceived as a lucid dream. A dream of dreams,the most ancient dream yes.... that's me.. "Created by me, to me"