“Who are you?”
“A little butterfly. I live a simple life inside my simple world. And you?”
“I’m from the kingdom where the clouds rain soft kisses, where every flower hides a whisper deep inside, where hidden thoughts are not forbidden, where Magic Voice cocoons with threads as soft as moonlight, where the imaginary pain turns into an imaginary pleasure …”
“Oh, the Kingdom of Delightful Madness”, she exhaled. She took his hand. She closed her eyes and left the shores of the familiar for the unknown with no fear.