The facades of a dream wall merge into form, into existence. All that stands behind and within it, is the realm of the owner, its master, the creator, who is the creation of a greater being.
Thoughts emerge and dreams escape.
Swirling fantasies prevail as the outer world fades. Reality confined, abandoned in a blur, in nothing, shapeless, spaceless, existing without meaning, without reason. The inner soul of the creator and master absorbs, collects and reforms into what it wants, how it wants, when it wants. Within itself, within, within, until the structured walls collapse. Copyright 2000 Apathy, and the respective creators.