Reading tea leaves of fantasy, is it a sunrise or a sunset, can you tell the difference between the two? Is it an end or a beginning? What do you see in this mystery of sounds that are found in between light and dark? And every scar that is marked on your skin-like memories...tending a garden of misery overcome with the history of your world inflated where it is debated whether you exist in it. The faults in our minds can't make anything turn for the world turns backwards most of the time, but what makes it go forward? Distant memory is all we have but is hidden in the back our minds...why not rewind it?