I have always wanted to paint my dream, that dream me five years already.
Forests, industrial plant, eternal sunset.
And it seems after all this was someone..
Who was she, I don't know, but I know one thing: I hate her as she did me.
I created the world out of boredom reality
I'm the master of this world everything was destroyed
Already sick of these dreams..
But when..when I get out of this place?
Is this the world.. infinite?