Come on, he said.
-Where, I answered.
-Come on, he reaffirmed.
I followed her in a hurry, dodging the fireballs of light and the chaotic music of the universe. All the stars illuminated us and in his face I could make out how the gardenias bloomed in the garden of dreams. Very occasionally he looked at me with the fire of his pupils.
- Happy? I ask.
-Yes, I whispered.
She sucked in some air, and blew it out to infinity.
- What is your name? I inquired.
- My name doesn't matter, he said. Let's move on.
We embarked on the journey in the immense sea of imagination. We feel great satisfaction because we have been recreating our steps for centuries.