I sometimes pretend like I don't exist in this dimension. I project my mind to a place where only magical creatures exist. I am a stranger here with no magical power. And without any magical power, I am ordinary here. Ordinary and oh so ordinary.

So I pretend I live here from now on. I watch the beautiful creatures around me all day long. Nymphs, fairies, huldras, wizards, giants... They are so special, oh so special.

With the special powers of theirs, they brighten the night and darken the day. They use their power as they bring dead to life and drain the life out of the living. They are good and they are bad, but most of all they are so special, oh so special.

So I observe them and grow used to being with them as time goes by. And everything around me starts to change. Now I recognise the evil more and more inside this magnificent place. And everything looks so ordinary now, all this magic, these creatures and this beauty...

And I feel sad. And I feel lost. So I look at the mirror to remind myself how extra ordinary I look. Because from now on, I am a freak with no magical power and no beauty. And this makes me special, oh so special