5.38 pm. It happens. Sometimes it happens. Are those Cherry Blossoms ? Things are not always like they seem to be. From another galaxy, some voices talk to you. Voices that have disappeared for a while. Suddenly, the unexpected. It’s back. And you remember. Again. And you keep on dreaming. Again. And you are travelling. Far away. Because the only thing you can control is your own existence, no matter what happens. Voices. There are lands where the sunrise never die.