Everything was built on a fantasy
The fantasy of someone
The fantasy of somewhere
The fantasy of flying.
All the world was nothing but the illusion
The illusion of existence
The illusion of escape
The illusion of being real.
Each memory was edited
For the magic
For the mystery
For the dream.
And as soon as she wakes up
is going to see the buildings
Falling down
Thousand windows
Breaking down
And a hungry monster coming up.
FotografÃa por:Â Can Dagarslani
