She walks though the candlelit corridors. She's lost. She lost hope. She doesn't know where to go. She reaches the last candle. This is her last hope. She opens the last door. Freedom. Freedom of her imagination.
I love the candle in the corner. - Alicewhoareyou
543.9 #213 8:56PM
But it's not lit, still in the dark. - Plumiegirl
3503.0 #11 8:00PM
That's very nice, Freedom of her imagination. - debbiev
88.0 #3222 8:33PM
This is different, I like it. - toph
2406.7 #26 8:40PM