This is the portrayal of a world that tends to exist within many of us, a world which is invisible to those in front of us, yet quietly shapes the habitat in which thoughts reside.This is the world that most of us carry within ourselves; a restless landscape where thoughts and ideologies collide again and again and out of that collision emerges molds and fungi of decay. It's the eye of the storm that seems calm from the outside but mauls everything on its path; attracting swarms of distracting nymphs that brings with them fruits of self-doubt, obscurity and overthinking. The row grows within this encasement, but for how long? How long until the sheath of values and ideologies that shaped us, folds amidst this raging storm and breaks? All while our conscience watches over this ruin, perching over the very branches of beliefs and values that are about to be broken. But once those trees burn down, what remains of our conscience? After all, we are just icarus, capable of immense things, but laid down by the temptation to fly close to the Sun, to ride towards the eye of the storm !