Surrounded by fairytales of harrowing journeys and happy endings.

Where mice turn to magnificent steeds and pumpkins into glorious carriages.

Where slippers made of glass and gowns made of stardust enchant the night.

Where the wicked falter and the pure of heart triumph.

I cant live in such a world.
I need that darkness once in a while.

Happy ever after not into the sunset but into the dark and gloomy woods.