Each journey gives rise to chance encounters, and
each encounter brings forth a farewell.
When a farewell leads to a journey, the worlds open their hearts.
Those chosen by the light, or ensnared by the darkness.
Friends who share the same bounds, though their paths may differ.
When you doubt the path trod thus far, when the hand you held is
lost to you, gaze anew at the heart that once was
for all the answers are within.
A long dream.
A sad farewell, hanging in the air in that world between.
What is reality? What is illusion?
The path chosen by the young boy leads to his memories.
When caught in the stream of the days and nights going past, gaze
anew at your steps
for there all confusion will end.
the day come when this battle, born of confusion, will end?
It is different things to different people.
Can the reality be that which is hidden?
The reason is mere existence.
Still, memories can be believed.
Be not afraid. Entrust your body to the soothing waves of your memories.
By and by, your fleeting rest will be over
and everything will begin.