(Watercolour and Ink artwork)

The land was getting out of sight, closer to his heart. But he had to flee to preserve it. He took the watch, stole the time, and gave himself the mission to stop the clock ticking there. It was the only way to protect the Fairytale and the one he loved - as the time is the worst enemy.

He was flying, fleeing - blurred vision as the tears dropped away - escaping the fairytale, but for where?