When we find our stories, when we can write and share them, when we can tell them in their entirety, they are us. There is no such thing as made up, there is no such thing as fantasy.

The princess had learned a few things in her past lives. She knew that everyone would now come to her. They would pine and they would hurt and they would cry. The princess' tears of pain had run dry, she no longer could cry. Try as she she might to feel the pain, it never worked, pain was no longer a memory she had. She knew pain was something everyone had created to justify their actions. Rather than forgive themselves, they held on dearly. They knew that if they experienced pain, it'd be easier to shed another's blood. Never having to deal with the fact that we choose our pain. Not even love can heal pain, because love did not create pain, we did.

Pain is entirely a social construct, a sickness of the mind. The princess was now one of the few beings that recognized and realized this, thus why she could no longer conceptualize pain. She knew that the hardest battle that both the finned people and the land dwellers would have to face would be to rid themselves of pain. Not just pain, but feelings, emotions, ideas, even language. They all needed to stop thinking, stop feeling, and start being. This was a journey that no matter how hard anybody wanted the princess to help them with, it was a journey they would ultimately have to complete on their own, everybody.

Love didn't talk to the princess much anymore, because the princess was love, we all are. Love needed no words, no thoughts, no language, no feelings. Love is not an emotion, love just is. The princess knew her people, all her people, needed her, but so long as they attached themselves to the idea of pain and expected the princess to save them, nothing would change. The princess was no fool, no longer easily influenced by the demands of others. She had quickly become a queen, and nobody but love tells a queen what to do. She knew her kin were coming around, that she had all pushed them into the water and they were all learning to swim. Eventually they would almost drown, and when they did, she would throw them a piece of straw to save them. Everyone wants to live, and every last one of them would reach for that piece of straw. The most difficult lesson everyone would have to learn was that they didn't need royalty to lead them, they all had to lead themselves.

This included her fellow adventurer, he was about to embark on an incredible journey of dipping into himself irreversibly. All the things he had thought he learned were to go out the window and he would be himself again. There was no longer anything the princess could do, except wait patiently. Love has no concept of time or distance, and since love always exists, love could wait forever. The princess' dreams were getting closer and closer to her lived reality, they were so close she could taste them. They were so close that she was them.

She was the change she wanted to see in the world, and her light shined so bright that anyone near her simply forgot what darkness, pain, and fear were. They had yet to learn that they actually never had to return to that darkness if they chose not to, because it did not exist. Her song was more than enchanting and beautiful, her song was her. Her laughter shook beings, helped to balance them out, to make them forget pain and move forward. Though she could never finish the journeys of all those around her, she sure could wait patiently.

She had pushed them all in the water and they were all quickly learning how to swim. This time, nobody would have to live in the shadows, and the silent world would begin to sing again.