Book1:TeDream-Maker

    "Ishouldgobaydipidatedshelter,”hethought．"Ihaven’tbeenbacktothatnarrowalleyforquiteawhile．Thereireat,Iwouldbefarawayfromthehustleandbustleofthecity，uedbysunriseandsu．Sunshineandmoonlightwillbebutsuccessivealterationsoflightoutsidemydoor．ThereIfullysavorthetasteoflife，enioysomelovelydreamsandthepleasureofbreathing.”Thenhepassedaluxuriousofficebuilding,intheerofwhiyshadowysilhouettescouldbeseenmovingaround．Someseemedtobebaogethersinginginasilentchoir．Otherswereshakingtheirbodiestotherhythmoftime,dangiion．Allwentoninabsolutesilence,likeanoccasionalturbulentwhirlpoolinabodyofwater．Soontheywouldbegone，sweptbyittopartsunknown．Ifpeoplediedandtheirsoulstioliveon，theywouldbeabletoenjoylifefullert