The terribly pale and thin lady, haunting my dreams for the past two weeks with her glowing lanterns and butterflies made of sand and dust. "We will escape together," she whispers and I follow her into the darkest areas of my subconcious, full of unseen reality, covered with fog and light. "We are the ones that wander, we are the ones who are lost, lost in our own dreams that lead us to nowhere." And I walk with her in my dark woods, my eyes covered with the fragile shadows of the murmuring branches. You are somewhere out there, I remember.