The day waves at us, Orion's constellation shines upside down on our existence. - Good morning girl! I say. - Good morning baby! She replies, before pressing her passionate lips against mine. Oxygen floats through my body causing my breath to remain steady until I panic. THE DREAM IS ABOUT TO END! Help! Her soft hands caress my face while she flashes her gorgeous smile at me; her teeth clenching a pale yellow pill. Her front teeth crunch it in half, kissing me again, gifting me with a combination of her saliva and half her pill as they surf and slither their way into my pharynx. Now the dream goes on, now the journey comes back to life. Dead phases on the black veil that embraces the stars. We don't touch land, we are weightless and holding hands. THIS IS NOT A DREAM! What is it? What the fuck is it? For what reason may you hymn now? I wake up... A love story, a romance that is different but classical too. A multi-faced journey where the reality meets the cynicism and the fantasy as they are both finding the anarchic psychedelia. A story of two faces forgotten by life, lost by the truth of the existence, in search of the exit through Arabian doors. Don't you ever forget: CRY! SCREAM FLY!