[Life is but a great dream.]
[The dreamer who drinks, cries at dawn; the dreamer who cries, hunts at dawn. While dreaming, one does not know it's a dream. Upon awakening, one realizes it's a grand dream, only the awakened can see the brilliance of the play, and also know the curtain must fall.]
[Holding on to appearances traps you in dream, upon awakening one realizes the dream is also real.]
...
Star rivers slowly swirl in the sky, golden rivers branch forward, reflecting sparkling fragments.
Noel Agnini steps into the golden river.
Before him is a slowly spinning gigantic film, stretching from the edge of sight to the horizon, scenes appear on its glossy multi-faceted surface, the lower half soaked in golden river water, raising endless waves, droplets like solid gold particles.
His footsteps move from the film's beginning towards the distance, gold particles flow with his boot heels, as if crushed planets.
As he walks forward, the film's scenes continuously change...
