The mind is more than a simple santuary for a restless soul to reside in. It is infinitely powerful and can turn any notion into worlds of chaos and peace, with a spark of thought. The mind can be a calm, eternal, running river for a soul to perch near, allowing thoughts to flow by the banks in tranquility. Or a blood shrouded battlefield ever emersed in chaotic vengeance, caused by difficult journeys. Humble thoughts are the beginning of elevation to a personal secret universe, only permitted to you. Intruders will never grasp a shroud of your thoughts unless countless guardians grant them entrance, a view of your mind situated on a throne of clear, rippling, glass. Apart from fluttering amongst a star covered sky, this world sees the lowest points going deep into canyons, dissipating into the darkness of neurons when served its purpose. In its path, a new world is conjured in an instant; strict cycle transforming for the needs of deaf maestro. You curate, and reincarnate your thoughts to sink into your conscious at any moment, sightless to the world around you. Everyone around you falls into their realm, hundreds of thousands of souls ignorant to the magnificence of the wolrd they physically reside in for it has become too dull for them to care.