...and this is where we must part ways, in the escherian impossibilities of my littlegirly dreams. because you cannot survive in these tangled webs of emotion and impulse, always tinged with infinite sadnesses, boundless joys and purest hopes, always swinging between moods faster than you can blink. here the little red figures shall flash their smiles and weave their way across my fields, and flawed heroes shall brandish their gleaming elven-swords and plunge blindly into disasters lurking in these surreal landscapes. you see, my darling, this is no place for you. here, where the fireflies wink in the moonshine, lies my domain. the purple-gold paint splashes do not welcome strangers, even familiar ones. here I alone am the dark queen and the noble hero and the bumbling sidekick, all within myself, and I do not leave even a minor character for your presence. yet… you are not outside my dreams, not in the least. you remain the silent spectator, the voice in my head. and always there is the awareness in the back of my mind, of you, the secret pleasure I will awake to in the sunlight slanting through the shutters...