All of my life, I was searching. It looks like it can reach. Cloudy mirage, Dreamer, The sea of fear and joy. I saw it felt it in my dream that day. I'm sure that we will find someday. Following the blurry afterimage. One stroke each night. Sketch map drawn. ~~~ The world is filled with nothing more than water and boats, looking for the one and only Utopia. A magical island where you can never grow hungry, never grow tired, never age a day over twenty. The fruit is forever ripe, never rotten and always fresh. Is it a legend, or is it reality? Who will be the lucky ones to hold the key to Utopia after sailing the treacherous waters that cover the Earth's surface? With only a few islands not seized under water, who will make it to Utopia?