This novel was written along the lines of a year in recovery, to best myself at better. A published author teaching himself the living survival, to keep at it always, pushing. Towards the becoming, an at investment to be of the writer I am, the mold of its storyline relies truly, on fact, science, fiction and passion. Throughout my gap of feelings never dressed, every night passing trough, was a recollected garden of flowers at my junctions within words. Naked felt its by the grow was how many characters and the protagonist came to be. Adventure and past. Future and loss. Classic resources of imagination, in an outstanding story about the way for learning. Roots and today. As I recollected words from folded fields of my city, more than twenty studied books added know to my list on formation. The past remembered found. On a fictive merge of my creativity, a novel gave birth to now, where I prance around histories stories of syllogism. Reason to amend the probable mistake of our now social confusion. The about this book, is mostly for you to consider my reader. However, I became of a writer, through more love for reading, as dealt with making it happen.