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.

Not today, not tomorrow. Maybe never after all.
You said you understood, really? I hear a hint of reluctance. back to top?