What is it about sadness that makes you feel alive? Is it the constant search for something, anything... a place to hide within, the seed of creation, or a spark that moves you in a passionate but destructive dance with life?

As emotions stir deep in the soul, love somehow becomes its pawn. Sacrifice and longing are lost within its fantasy. Out of reach it takes hold and consumes, leaving but an empty shell. Yet a glimmer of hope remains for what could be, as you pull and stretch every fiber of your being awaiting the moment but unsure of its coming. For it calls from a place not of this time as its primordial sounds spiral through the heart and mind in their union calling your return.