"the mind was dreaming. the world was its dream."

You know the problem with the light at the end of the tunnel?

You will never know how long the tunnel really is.

You fumble and you stumble in the dark, thinking if you could walk just a bit further,

you'd reach it.. and everything would be clear again.

But the longer you walk, the further it seems to move away from you.

Even when you stop, it keeps moving.. and you run, because you're afraid to be left behind in the dark....

Would you still exist alone in the dark, without the light?

How many have perished, because they gave up and lost themselves in the dark?

You don't know how long you've been walking, you don't know why you're still walking,

all you know is that once.. a long time ago, all you wanted was to reach this elusive light.

And so you keep walking - maybe there was nothing left to do but follow the only thing that you know, maybe there's another way out, maybe... maybe you still believe in reaching the light.