You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.

I want to make a world more magical than my own. I don't care if it makes sense, I don't care if it's ridiculed or if, rather than a neat round planet that goes around forever, it ends with a cliff that falls off into nothing. I want to have my eyes wide open, and I want to see this room and at the same time, not this room.

Tell freedom I said hello.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.

It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.