There is air here, waiting for you to breathe into those lungs of yours, to feed your soul.
There are colours here, indescribable until you have seen them with your own eyes, little one. Then we can name them: red and blue, yellow and green.
Oh and the music that awaits for you, little one. The songs we will sing and the dance we will share.
But first: how would you like to arrive?
How will you make the journey from the world inside, to the world out here, full of colour and sound as it is.
How would you like to arrive? Lets dream our dream and make our wishes clear. A plan of wishes, wishing you were here.