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.

I know i said so. But it seems kinda empty without you now.
Dont tell me that, of course i remember, im the one who said it. back to top?