LOS ANGELES, 04:30am
Nothing can defeat the insomnia, minutes become hours.
And then an idea, fragments of a dream, a story of a journey, jetlag free, where you are the hero.
Through your fingers, tapping on the keyboard, this night-time adventure is written on the page.
The lingering fragrance of a dream as dawn breaks, like a perfume of ink and paper.
A black ink stain on the virgin page of your sleepless nights.