Beyond the reaches of norml minds, my own little kingdom resides. The marble walls of my glorious castle sits by the sea, while dark energies that try to destory my world flee. Where fairytales that have long thought forgotten wonder through my fantasy realm and their very existance are never broken. Sadly as I age, my own little kingdom begins to disappear and the real world draws near. I will eventually leave my throne, the great sea, and my beloved people, for age is such a wretched experience. Someday I will disgard my kingdom from my mind and all the fairytales forgotten. Withou me, the Golden age of my kingdom will surley end and th ancient creatures, deities, and people of myth will  fall in dispare.