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.

your disruptive appearance, it totally affected my concentration.
but it was nice having you around. its been so long that i've almost forgot what it felt like. back to top?