The rain taps gently on the glass... Hero is sitting by the window, perfectly still for a moment. She observes, she focuses, she forgets.

In a little cottage outside of town, there lived a witch. Animals ran free in her vast garden, colourful smoke came out of the chimney...

8:15 sharp. The man in the green trench coat walked in with his briefcase, as he did every morning of every business day.

Love is red like a poppy that grows in unexpected spaces, like a racing car that gives you thrills and takes you places.