´... when the night is falling in the middle of nowhere, in a land of illusions, she slipped to the ground, silent and beautiful. Her pale face as bright as the moon. You can hear her in the late night darkness. She is the soft murmur of the wind in the branches of a forest. She is the rythmic sound of invisible crickets and grasshoppers in the tall grass at the forests edge. Her light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overpowered it.` Everytime I awake healthy and happy we'll be lost before the dawn. Somehow i know that we cant wake again from this dream. It's not real, but it's ours. Classic fantasy theme, but I hope you will like it.