As I float in sleep, I see him there.
The one who ascends from the pool of mystery in the ground.
This one, this dreamer, gives me his hand.
As I grasp what doesn't exist, I am against the wall.
Yet, I can sense the dreamer surrounding me.
Surrounding me, like the air, like the feeling inside me.
He wishes me to go to a place unknown and lost.
Shall I go with him?
He belongs to a place of light.
A place where things are pure, soft, white, and are uncolored.
This dreamer, he disappeared.
He has gone back to the place of simplicity...