You remembered there was mists . . . and bliss . . . and something more to your Angel of Music that meets the eye. They say to keep your hand at the level of your eyes. Awoken from a haze, you truly wonder what was it about that mannequin of yourself, suspended in ropes, that made you faint when you faced the mirror . . .

A reflection of your true desires.

And these desires . . . are stranger than you ever dreampt of.

Stranger than you dreampt it.mp3