The deep valley told me a secret, but little it knew I was not to be trusted…

It did not stop him to find his soul, his happiness. His sanity welded to his beliefs, his happiness attached to his sand castles. He built them, he believed in them, he played with them and lived in them. People thought he was insane, but they were people. And people speak.
So what if his dreams were as impractical like peacocks in flight. But they were his, and of his creation. They were beautiful and they weren't wrong.


People were jealous after all.