That which the heart yearns for is a truly sad thing indeed
These words, which flow freely, have they ever shared with you their soul?
Who am I? Why, child, do you need to ask such a question? You know me. Your mind may not recognise me, but I have visited you. I am that fleeting fantasy, the faerie that escaped, the bird that you were close-but not enough-to it to catch it, and that familliar voice on the wind no one else has heard. See? You've met me. Now, come meet me.
Now, child, just follow that light. Avoid the pond, the darkest night. There will be no seeing it, as you stumble through the knee-high grass... But finally, finally, after ages pass, You will find someone, sitting by the pond. What you thought were firefly flitting about will prove themselves to be most marvelous. Beautiful, glowing dragonflies with flowing wings, surrounding a simple girl with simple things.
Congratulations, you have found me.
