She told no one about
her love for him—not a
single soul. She was forced
to repress all of it,
from the way her mind went
numb at the sight of him,
to the stars that explo-
ded inside of her eyes
when he was near. But once
she fell asleep, a mag-
nificent phantasma-
goria would appear
before her eyes, and he
would become a part of
a perpetual re-
verie playing like a
film across the backs of
her eyelids, right until
morning.