And at the end of my sight I saw vast land of dreams, chirping birds, magnificent greens.
Upon the immense trees and the captivating valleys slept an old town.
As my guide were the stars, my boots took me to a place of grace.
Walking through the beautiful streets i heard thunder, clouds of rain.
Seeking for warmth once again.
Luck seemed to be runing out.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and a man leading me to his home.
I followed behind the eye-less blind man as he told me he was...