The little girl's scarlet prison walls closed in around her, an endless sea of crimson consuming all hope. But in our darkest hours, when all seems lost, salvation may appear where least expected. A faint click caught her ear - could it be? Pushing with all her might, a sliver of light appeared, widening to a blinding glare. As her eyes adjusted, a gasp escaped at the splendor before her. Vivid flowers bloomed in Technicolor hues, flittering sprites danced on gossamer wings. Her dreary cell receded into memory at the joy awaiting in this glorious realm. Through adversity we find our true strength, and learn even chains of our making may be shattered by the magic of imagination. Her radiant smile said all - this was now a place she could call home.