Once upon a time there was the most beautiful little boy. He lived in a world of magic and sparkles. In a world of fairies and ponies, mermaids and dragons, princesses and queens and everyday he would wake up, wiping the star dust out of his eyes, his flutterby soul excited for another day of cloud kingdoms and magical adventure.
By his side was the most beautiful woman this little boy had ever seen. He was convinced that she was his fairy godmother, a queen, and princess all wrapped up in one.
She loved him truly and deeply for who he was and the beautiful little boy was blind to just how different he was from all the other boys.
But one day the fairy tale took a turn for the worse... His rose colored glasses had finally fallen from his face and his magical kingdom came crashing down around him. His life would never be the same.
The magical kingdom turned into a crooked house of horrors, the mermaids, fairies, dragons and princess into vampires, werewolves, ghosts, shadows and death.
And the little boy grew into a dark man who even his fairy god mother had given up on.
He was doomed to walk alone, for not even death wanted him...
He wakes up every morning now and for a few minutes that beautiful little boy returns until he looks around and realized there are no happy endings, dreams don't come true and love is limited, not limitless.
He goes through the motions of what he has to do, to keep everyone statisfied, a robot, waiting for the time when he can just let go...for waiting on the otherside are the only three souls whoever truly understood the broken down rag doll he had become.