As a child I heard such wonderful stories of lamps, and the oracle, and holy the sea. Silly girl, you speak of fiction. Silly girl, you can't just leave them. Reaching for some fairy tale ending. You're a reckless and romantic rogue. Your head is in the clouds. You'll be chained here all your life; shackled to the ground You are shortsighted. Naive and starry-eyed. You are not the chosen one; this will be your demise.
--Unknown
