When the sun rested its head on the shoulders of the mountains, and the moonlight spread its parasol, it seemed as if the mountains, forests and planes called me... just a tiny 'Pause' and then my 'Rebellion' and 'Unity' with my long-time beloved created specks of light, deciphering and emerging my 'Echoes of Fantasy' and turning towards the shore of 'Hoped', with a 'liberation' greater than the waves.