To me, a fairy tale seems to have become reality.

Faërie contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons; it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the earth, and all things that are in it: tree and bird, water and stone, wine and bread, and ourselves, mortal men, when we are enchanted.

"Fairy tales and kingdoms become a land of personal escape. Yes, reality bites but as we grow old, we are forced to bite back. She might become the Damsel Stressed while he becomes the Knight in a red Ferrari.”

And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart

Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.

East of the sun and west of the moon.