You are chosen It. Dreams and illusions are hiding around, teasing you softly enough to escape your grasp, yet strong enough to make you change direction. Here. There. Every where. Their whispers slip into your mind on the skateboards of provocative suggestions, insisting. Listen. Their giggles are your satnavs set for the catch. Their touches, daring and reticent at the same time, miss leads you off your mind. And into a dream of another. Lost in being unaware of yourself.Of who you are. Of where. Of when. Of with whom. The walls swirl into colourful rainbows as you walk them pass. A perception of the parallel space, a wanderer’s land. Enticing call to step in and explore. One doesn’t have to have their eyes wide opened to see. To feel. To sense the adventures. Find and tag them.