Have you ever felt like waking up from a dream that lasted for more than a decade and you feel so light; so pure; so innocent that you cannot believe that you're breathing in the air of a generation that you knew was corrupt and error pining? Yet in spite of all these thoughts, you knew that you belonged in that time, that you had something to do even though you have no idea what that thing was. You brave through your aching limbs and get up, ignoring the wave of nausea that crashed against your head as you walk towards the light at the end of the tunnel. You have read scenarios like that before in books and have seen similar ones in movies; of people following the light, running after the brightness, hoping that they'd find something to escape nothing. You knew that it would end up in peace, in death, but you still follow it anyway because you knew that there's something waiting for you at the other side. Yes, there was something waiting at the other side; something that you're destined to fulfill; something that would imply a new start for you - an end to your previous beginnings. The only question is: are you ready?