Fair,

     Never wardrobe reprised memory traded fantasy adage of eternal dream appeal, A fate wish designated realm where the mythical don't protest what's real! Trusting the imaginary company of the angelically mythical, Existing in the loneliest strangely dim position of abstaining faith just above neutral, Where a myriad of absolutely whole derelict of any choice heartedly consciously sedated algorithms of this inhumane everything is a-colour-moral grey generation, Seeking the dread endeavours of naught but carpe grace never descended anyway(s) diem.

In earnest anticipation of,