There must be times when we truly wish to escape reality and flee to somewhere else. Somewhere safer, more tranquil, and full of delight. But that is not how the world rotates. Not for her, anyway. Come, I'll tell you a story about a girl, a writer, who was unfortunate enough to have etched a smile on her lips. A fable about a soul that is lost. A spirit that struggled so hard to escape reality through writing. Who expected that one day the characters that you've been writing in books would become true? The stories of destruction that one writes for fun become true. What is truly weird for her, is that these things happened right after she moved to the countryside. What lies within the mysterious countryside? Do stories become reality? Or is the reality becoming her stories? Is it even possible to happen? Every tear that streamed down her cheeks engraved a flow into our story, a story about how a witty tries her hardest to flee from the darkness of existence. Our story, our ever-changing story, or should I say, a lesson we forgot?