A thousand times I have been born and died a thousand times. I am everywhere and nowhere, a nomadic spirit, a restless soul. The heaven was my home, my prison is the earth, your existence my food, my madness the art. With my wings I draw, with my breath I delete. When I am flying I draw routes, with my breath I shape them. The pact is now broken and like a lonely castaway I wander the universe, looking for cursed souls and mysterious cities.