A child walks a deserted beach, and her story begins.
Hand-in-hand with her imagination she is never alone. The beach is her playground, her world. It’s full of invisible friends and fiends, heroes and villains.
She traverses dunes that for her rise like snow-shrouded mountains. She braves wild weather dreamed on a sunny day.
A church seen afar is a castle, where resides a mighty dragon. She becomes a warrior princess and banishes beasts with a flick of her magic sword.
She is running free, chasing the setting sun home.
Home. Her stories ebb with the tide.




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