Through the window of an airliner, the silhouette of a country emerges from a distance, standing out in the bright sunlight. There emerges a young, cold man. How do you remain anonymous yet stay true to yourself? Be a stranger to yourself. Move on when life is just a game. Shadows of people slip into your ways as you, but the truth lies behind the human ego. The artificial world surrounds us that we conceived long ago.—Anonymous