Where?...
What's happening.
No, no, something is wrong. Very, very wrong.
Why can't I see?
Where, am, am I the only one here?
...
...
It's cold here..
And I think I'm lonely.
I'll make something
And it will be beautiful
Bright
It will explode
With life
No more darkness
I can rest easy
Humanity, I’ll call it
They shall be perfect
And I can go back to sleep.