I've slept for years under a white blanket. Maybe I'm not right? But all these things have changed from themselves so fast. So should I ask them to be like before? I don't think so. Buildings are higher by the time and all this highness, get rid of me. Take these 5 snakes and take your time. Slowly. Hold them tight, clearly, it shows a light. And oh dear, they won't b*** you. I promise. They're kind of seraphic. Please, please, show them who the king is. By the next days, I'm leaving the high voltage kingdom, becoming one with the glowing sea. Underneath the torrent, filling the stream. I'm levitating though well-known capitals. Walking down the dark hallway; skies are sinking cocaine. The citizen's routine. This is the first look of a new generation novel. Oh God, this can't be happening, all the snakes around me. I wake up.