"I have a dream.
I am on fire, and pieces of my inner existence are burning with the heat of the Power.
Everything I was a while ago and what my identity was,
turns to dust.
I look around the room looking for the presence of hell,
which the mind offers me in my imagination.
But there is no such thing here, and I am not afraid.
This dream always ends the same way and returns from time to time.
I have new wings and the rest of the dust on my lashes."