Sanctuary of Tomorrows’ Journeys

In a constant present, verily there is no option but to act to unscripted story.

Only in the sanctuary…lullabies of the past are the lure of illusive time passing, for the memory of old captured photographs. Only in the sanctuary… there is a little room to stroke some fresh drawings on a sketchbook, structuring wishes of beautiful storyboard. In the sanctuary, we may take a bit of easy breathing air, visioning the plot of the odyssey, and packing some pristine materials to be collaborated with whatever may be encountered.

Coz the real world is out there, destined being the stage of our play, under the revolving spotlight of the stars, the moon and the sun, for the season of millions random pages.

Not too long, just for a little while we are in, the Sanctuary of Tomorrows’ Journeys.