And when the lights go off, open air is the only reality left. White shadows, seamless whisperings, belief in what's about to happen. Fuck any reality and build your own one. Your dreams, your images, your hopings and disbeliefs - it all assembles never ever repeated world of anything you'd ever like to experience. And someday, be sure - someday, you will understand you've experienced everything you possibly could. And everything would be undoubtly perfect.