She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

the first time in a long time. but gosh, why does it feel the same? like nth ever happened. the comfortable laughter, the endless conversations.
i guess somethings never change back to top?