I have some dreams, like everyone. In my dream, i have a world. Of curse, in this world, we have some happyness, some love, some truth. We have already some monster, some fantasy, some sex, and some death... My death... My world wasn't beautyfull, but it's mine, and in this world, i was like i want. I tell this world a dream, because she was here, with me. The one i ever love, my penguin. Did you think that dream is good ? Did you know if that dream was real ? I don't know, but i want to think that it was. Have a dream is not crime, but some reason oblige you to don't make it real. Why ? I just want to protect her, to be with her, to be the one that she want. Just love her, and be love...