“one of my favorite stories starts with a girl and a god. he took her hand and lead her into a forest of dreams and memories. they came across a waterfall made from white wine, and sat under a laurel tree. her head fell onto his lap, and she closed her wishful eyes and spreaded a smile from her lips. he told her stories of sirens in streams and dragons that roam the top of the mountains, he sang her lullabies in romance languages until she fell asleep. as a heavyness swept over her, she grabbed onto the feeling of being loved for the first time.”
– beginning