When you have the majority of people satisfied with their everyday life, you don’t have revolutions. And everything flows just perfectly. Or does it?
Somehow it comes back to me, the forbidden knowledge. And the elves in the garden start developing voices. And the mushroom speaks again.
i used to kiss the moon, kiss the moon... and it used to kiss me back, kiss me back... humming to me softly, softly so i can never forget.