Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!

Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.

It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born ... Some call me the Elder Granny, others - the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.

Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.

But the Emperor has nothing at all on!

It was clear to me, as I glanced back over my earlier life, that a loving Providence watched over me, that all was directed for me by a higher power.