" There is an enchanted world, where wrong is right, and the best seems worse. In this world, there are creatures that do not know they live under a spell, for they are too obsessed about the cycles of their existence to realize each cycle was cast upon them from behind the walls of what they think is real. The magic that descends upon the intellect of the habitants of such world is so powerful that they do not know where the limits of their actions transpose them to the realm of faith, or how many doors their trust can open and betrayal can close. They choose to have no consciousness of that! Instead, they go deeper in their mind, as the walls of this world close on them, like a prison of glass that shrinks in size. They accept what is sufficient as being enough, and take upon the glory of their life through the things that are naturally given, such as their nation, food and appearance. They do not know they are not alive, or even perceive death as a faithful companion. And in this world, I found you, but you could not see me, for you could not understand my words. These words were nothing but wind in your ears, for you were not awaken, and my fairytale was your reality. "

― Dan Desmarques