She was a pretty little girl living in a pretty big world. Full of dreams she was. Princesses, witches, princes. She had all the ingredients for her perfect fairy tale. As growing up, her innocence was compromised by the scary world she realized she was living in. How come those fairy tales couldn't become real?
Reality. What an enigmatic word. What is the limit for it? What really determines what is real and what is not? Her mind was disturbed by the obscurity of her deepest thoughts. Life was no longer a safe place for her inner child. Lonely she was. Even if surrounded by people. The more she appealed to reason the emptier she felt.
Hollow. No feelings. No emotions. No anything. She lived her life as in a play. A Greek tragedy. A divine spectacle with no spectators but herself and the gods of the Olympus.
The final act. An uptight atmosphere. Silence. No applause. The curtains finally closed.
