Noumenon 

How can you know what's real? Are you a master behind the scenes? Where do you stand on the line between absoluteness and ambiguity? In the rhythm of the dance between purity and illusion, how do you go with the flow? Is the path you're drifting on your own? Is it possible to reach the truth, or are we merely following its traces? In a world where perception has become abstract, can you say that beliefs and lives, truths and lies, are not all fiction? What is real is what you believe, and what you believe is the illusion of life. I don't want to wake you in the sweetest part of a dream, but from here on, it's the realm of nightmares.