An overwhelming aura surrounded the area as a figure, almost biblicaly holy stood at the top of the hill

"In this world, some people born are like keys that move the world and exist having no connection to the social hierarchy established by man."

The silkiest voice ever heard came from his lips like a mantra meant to be worshipped. The angelical beauty carved in his figure seems outworldly to an imposible degree

"While many can pursue their dreams in solitude, other dreams are like great storms blowing hundreds, even thousands of dreams apart in their wake. Dreams breathe life into men and can cage them in suffering. Men live and die by their dreams. But long after they have been abandoned they still smolder deep in men's hearts. Some see nothing more than life and death. They are dead, for they have no dreams"

Those blue orbs stared at the distance with conviction and ambition as the long white hairs from his fringe waved along the wind in a picturesque manner

"A dream... It's something you do for yourself, not for others. Don't you agree?"