The heart and soul has to be the start of everything.

From us, it will fuel us, and it will be what draw others. For they may not know it, but our hearts whispers to theirs. And upon reaching here, they will remember a long buried memory, the tangy sweetness of nostalgia, they will remember once treasured dreams, the bittersweetness of loss...

If the whisper is loud enough, it can awaken their hibernating giants, disguised now under routines, beaten down by circular time. I want to sweetly rid these giants from fretful slumber, so that they can have their own voyages, stumble and fall, and in the end lie beside a companion, and be overtaken by peaceful rest.