[PROLOGUE:] Drippingon the forest of neverending fear... Shegazes at the winter,holy silence, withwide emerald eyes. Andshe sits,and she waits, andshe cries without a noise. Whilethe timeless snow keeps falling onthe roots upon her face... Softand cold covering her ivy necklace, coveringeverything like eternal oblivion. Andshe sits,and she waits, andshe cries without a noise, andshe dream... [DREAMOF THE VOLCANO:] Avision out of madness ofhellish fire and stream whilethe thunder in the Earth isthe mighty scream of anger ofancient forgotten Gods. (Red Apocalypse above him) Whilethe solitary old man/not a word, slowlytries to climb the Mount ashe bends beaneth the years weight, ashe reaches for the goal, hethrows away his garments. Nearthe bloody river stream there'sa strange light in his eyes anda quiver of emotions whenthe white hair catches fire... Andhe's getting nearer still, andthe sweating of his brow starsto sizzle upon his body, butthe stare is still exulting. Whilethe solitary old man.../not a word, ashe dives into the flame, ashe jumps into the fire... [DREAMOF THE HUMAN CHESSBOARD:] He'sjust a little pawn in the middle of the sacredhuman Chessboard... Withblack and white emotions, inblack and white squares. Heebony bishop stands in front of him, thehate each other butthey cannot touch... [Bishop]: "Whilepawn, your failed tochoose you colour! Forours will be the final victory, throghyou may fight withcleverness and honour, perhapsthe one who'll take your life is me!" [Pawn]: "Ilove my lily clothing, andI don't fear your brand; youjust deserve an only promise: I'llkill you if I can!" Thenight falls slowly on the battlefield hidingthe World within the shades, theblack time keeps on crawling tothe white time of the day... ...Asudden touch on the shoulder, asudden hissing stab, somebodyfalls at the pawn's feet, leavingblood on the palm of his hand... Andhe shouts when he sees the colour, theunseen shiny Red... Andhe shouts when he hears the laughter ofthe one that should be dead! [Bishop]: "Whitepawn, white pawn, whathave you done? Haveyou wakened from your dream? Somewherein a black and white hell, somebodyawaits for you, foryou killed the lily Queen..." He'sjust a little pawn in the middle of thesacred human Chessboard... [DREAM OF THE MIRRORS:] Ameaningless extent of broken mirrors eachwith a broken image in its face, andeveryone is different from the others, ansshines within his frame... Apicture of a man on a volcano forgottenin the corner of the view, thelight and shady vision of a chessboard hiddenthrough and through, andlaying on a thousand other pictures thebiggest mirror dims withmeaningless extent of broken mirrors inthe landslide of dream... [EPILOGUE:] Wavingon the forest of neverending fear. Thegentle snow has covered with a mantle herpale and precious face... Andshe sits, and she waits forthe time of blooming life... Whenthe flower sealed inside her ina dewy crimson dress willunfold and watch the Sunlight andthe world outside her head...