In the heart of lostland, where even the forgotten dreams dare not wander, lies a tale of amorous mishaps. Our heroine, Elara, gazes wistfully across the misty valley, her heart echoing like a misplaced cymbal in a silent orchestra. "If only," she muses, "the sandwiches weren't so melodramatic."
Just then, a gust—akin to Cupid's sneeze—sweeps through, sending her letters asking for "directions to passion" spiraling into the abyss. Each letter, a sonnet entwined with a grocery list, is now lost among the rogue squirrels of despair and misplaced romance.
"Wait, come back!" she shouts, chasing after the unseen wind, tripping upon her own expectations—very much like a romantic jester amid the royal court of solitude. Meanwhile, a tree (whose name we don't know but whose antics are legendary) leans just so, allowing her a brief poetic pose before toppling dramatically, stage left.
Should one desire more tales of love and calamity, do visit Eternal Sunshine or Laughing Door.