As the wind rattled through the glass streets of this city, a soft sound emerged. The closer you got to its source, the louder the music played as if inviting creatures from everywhere to come and experience the ecstasy of their little world. In the midst of all this happiness echoed those words: Evigilo ... Incubus. They clashed with the harmonic music of the spinning city causing me a dreadful headache.
And so I was forced to open my eyes to the gray reality, with only a faint vision of a flawless world. As the headaches grew stronger, I went outside for a walk to get some fresh air. Aft…
