You may not believe it, but I do.
A world where the most strange an unexpected advenutres pursue me at every corner.
A world where the nature of things demands that pride goes before a fall. Its the strangest magic, but unfailingly true. No one ever escapes it.
A world where feasting and fasting is a part of the natural order. I belong to a race of of peculiar creatures who perish without structured and frequent feasting.
A story where the conquering Hero and a white horse slays the dragon for His love.
The magic of my country breaks stones in half and makes them sing.
A world where love never fails. Never ends.
A country where the victory is certain, despite the most absurd odds.
A land where captivating beauty waits around every bend.
A land where the story ends at a wedding feast around the Party Tree.
If you're not sure of the way to Faerie Country, I must beg you to begin looking more earnestly. For in truth, this is the only reality.
Lovely.
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