Look at me across the water surface. By voice of the wind, the murmur of the stream, the rustle of autumn leaves. Look at me. I am your reflection. We are as different as the moon and the sea. We don't are distinguishable as tears of rain. Look at me. I was water and I will be wind. You are the shadow of their names. Thousands of reflections that appear hourly on the restless surface of the water. Maybe you are me... Look at me. We are the shadows of other's illusions, caught by the water of the reflection of souls. We take shape only in the white haze, it is our cocoon, our womb, our cradle. Born to hear, born to sound... To sound by the strings of waves, the whisper of trees, the singing of birds. To play on the strings of this alien world, create self in it from thousands of voices. To fade into the dawn sky. To wait for a new soul to seal its reflection on the water. Born. Die. Born...