A short piece of fiction
She was the storyteller; told stories of white rabbits and mystical places that she has never been. No one cared what she was like, but everyone loved her stories.
But one day he came; selling illusions tinted in gold water; for once, made her the leading lady in their story. He gave her a magical key to the LaLa land on the star aquarians where one can shine for as long on they want; he took her there on a flying carpet and they heard the lute player as they changed their wheel of forturne. And while she counted the moons and stars with a dreamy eye, he did his magic trick and disappeared without showing her the way back.
See, the storyteller lost in Lala land ; is happy not to get back to the real world ,indulging herself in reminisce of the illusion seller.
But what will the world be like without her stories?
She was the storyteller; told stories of white rabbits and mystical places that she has never been. No one cared what she was like, but everyone loved her stories.
But one day he came; selling illusions tinted in gold water; for once, made her the leading lady in their story. He gave her a magical key to the LaLa land on the star aquarians where one can shine for as long on they want; he took her there on a flying carpet and they heard the lute player as they changed their wheel of forturne. And while she counted the moons and stars with a dreamy eye, he did his magic trick and disappeared without showing her the way back.
See, the storyteller lost in Lala land ; is happy not to get back to the real world ,indulging herself in reminisce of the illusion seller.
But what will the world be like without her stories?
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