Who am I you may ask.
There's a lot that you may make you wonder about me.
Where do I come from?
What kind of music do I like?
Do I like waffles?
Do I enjoy long walks on the beach?
Am I the good girl, or the bad girl?

Well. Being not good with words, I really wouldn't know what to truely start when it comes to talking about myself.

I was born by the river. The daughter of weary travelers. I use my powers of imagination to guide me like the north star in the dark of night. Which makes me a weary traveler in my own special way.

Traveling to my own little world, where everyone knows me here. A world there and time where we'll crank up the tunes and dance, sing, and party like the day will never end. We'll run along the coast, running to the sun that shines brightly in a beautiful multicolored sky. A world where love is love. A world different from the real world, but yet, still kind of the same.

My mind is a trainwreck of technicolor.

....Probably explains why I'm always spacing out, huh?