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♪I'm so happy because today I've found my tanasinn
♫They're in my head♫
♫I'm so ugly, but that's okay, cause so are you
We've broken our mirrors♪
♫Sunday morning is everyday for all I care
And I'm not scared
♫Light my candles in a daze
Cause I've found tanasinn, hey, hey, hey~♪

♫I like tanasinn♪
♪I miss tanasinn♫
♫I love tanasinn♪
♪I kill tanasinn ∵

Imagine you are having terrible nightmare. It's terrible, but it's terrible only to you and no other. It's a horror custom made for you by your own mind. The content is not important, but the fear is. When you wake, you wake in a room on a bed. It is your bed, but it is not your bed. It is your room, but it is not your room. With effort, you realize you have not awoken at all, but are still asleep and have dreamed of an awakening. The question remains if you are to wake and be greeted with reality, should you get out of bed or go back to sleep. You decide to do both, and you fall backward through the bed as the sheets envelop your body. It's dark, but it's not dark. You're awake, but you're not awake. You are dead and being cremated. As flames disintegrate your flesh, a scream echos through your mind but not does not escape your lips which, even if you could speak, have been glued shut. You black out once more, and awaken at dawn. As the mingled ashes of bone and oak are scattered on a beach by the one you've left behind, you finally understand:

You are not the ashes of the man, you are the ashes of coffin. You were not a man dreaming of life, but a tree dreaming you were a man.

This awakening, this epiphany... this is tanasinn.