Cassandra

This information was too much for me. Eradication in its final threat. Eternal knowledge rose up in me and now I see you all walking around totally aimlessly. And I decided to lead you out of here. On another way, where your view is clear. Can you feel it too? A fresh breeze is coming. You know that we could fly if we only tried. We are such stuff what dreams are made of. "Oh my god, they are so slow". Follow me to a place, a place of glory and beauty! Take a look at my face! We are such stuff what dreams are made of! Made of. Made of. We are such stuff what dreams are... Trust me! Trust me! Trust me! Trust me!