CHAPTER V: SHORES OF SECRECY (5)
The vision was returned to the inter-dimensional and astral ensemble among the ships of the sleeping consciousness. The prince of the south was trapped in a fantasy; in the doggie of a thundering and strange dream. Long and deep, while it bilocated between the strangest ensembles he could pretend. He was walking along a path of clouds, which suspended copper and the firmament of a planet where the earth did not exist. Or at least, it seemed that way, as it crossed over the endless waters of the vast and infinite oceans. Traveling on the inexhaustible calm of a tropical beauty; the one that quickly faded into the air. The one who rejoiced in the currents of a seemingly endless road.
But the prince of the south knew he was in a dream; for the lucidity of hi
