A deep, steady voice sang the lyrics quietly as he passed down the street, his thin frame shifting back and forth in the ripples of the crowd.
" In and out of a waking dream, I am alive, and so I shall wander."
With a shamisen on his back, he swayed in time to the tides of the city.
The intoxicating scents of a busy market place wafted through the air, the sweet smells of exotic fruits and incense mixing with all the sweat and grime of the large town.
He smiled, a few inaudible words slipping from his lips, like the first raindrops of a coming storm.
....another stormy night of misconceptions.
