She was the daughter of king of magic. Every night she came out on her boat of moon, playing with the stars. Youth was upon her, she craved for her prince of dreams.
Every day, when she slept she dreamt of him, standing, hiding in the blazing sunlight, on the edge of the forest, where she lived, the magic woods, home of magical creatures.
She could see through him, the sunshine made him transparent. He never stepped into the woods, just stood there watching her?
Every night she wrote her loveletter and allowed a star to carry it away to him.