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.

Taboo. The curse i had cast upon oneself. The pain that hurts from inside out, and this time, nth you say would make a difference. And the die has been cast. back to top?