Have you ever thought where those fairy tales came from? Have you ever had a thought that they could be real? That the special people who were able to tell their stories have witnessed something? From the mermaids who knew their way around the mysterious black oceans to the tiny fairies that flutter through the green trees of the thick forests? If not, where did this imagination come from? Why do we believe it's not real? How do we know science isn't real? Everything must come from a root that grew into separate directions.

"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame." - William Butler Yeats