Just upon a time

It is in the world of my dreams where I am justly terrified of the dragon that swoops in to carry me away that I find the true beauty of his emerald eyes and iridescent scales.

Falcor sits on a solid mirror upon my desk, but you can't fool me. I know that should the need arise, that mirror will coalesce into mercury and out of its depths will rise unbelievable things!

If all the world were bunnies and five petaled daisies the horror would still rise from the dirt around them so their innocence and beauty could rise and shine.

It is the witch that makes Hansel and Gretel a tale to be told. Otherwise it would just be two lousy parents abandoning their children in their time of need. A witch so evil she might eat them up opens the door for the bluebird of happiness, or maybe even Merlin -- or brave little girls who step up to rescue their brothers.

I know that no matter how dark the night is, the sun will eventually come up.