As a darling of fate, the fantasy wanders in all my colors depicted in the kiss of zenith, painted by sunset's brush and the smile of sunrise  for Icarus's dream to get down amid love's books and longing for desires, and the purity of trust, above the sky and sea, meditating in a melody for being clement with those who offer a love story by sympathizing and feeling for what could be too simple or forbidden for some, could be too much or not enough for others.