Everybody has the dream. It starts when seeing something, think about it, wanting it, and one day it becomes the dream. The only way to make it come true is working hard for it, have a bit of luck...and start from the bottom. During the process of the dream, you will never know who you will meet and which face they are wearing.

She would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan - to salvage from perishing, to preserve. But time is most unforgiving, and she couldn't, in the end, remember it all.