• I want something. Something that only few dare to even wish for. The one thing that everybody secretly wants, but only those who disappear get. I want to be taken to a place where my soul is my own, my spirit is free. A place where violins cry and wind blows gently. An outstanding and mystical land where colors are vivid and beautiful, where tears form into radiant blue wings of a butterfly and disappear into large, bright moon. Only this place will satisfy my needs and encourage me to be strong and brave. Only this place will the Lone Wolf's plea enter my very being and take me to the crystal waters of the extravagant lake where Angels dance.