Princess Juliana

My love for words and jewelries combined.

Dreams fuel life.

The Land of Horizon

Pieces of creative mind that which has become real

Pieces of reality, out of the imagination of man

 

Every turn of century a sacrifice must be made to the Lord of Lords. Tonight the land will hear the somber of sounds of the 8 bells. The Horizon will mourn for another will pass but shall rejoice for the birth of a new queen.

 

Much like the girl named cinder, at twelve midnight, the princess must leave the palace. The clock strikes and as expected the bells rang and were heard throughout the Horizon; for everything served a purpose when the time is due. She grips her copper pendant then the princess breathes no more and turned to golden specks like butterflies beckoning to the call of heaven.

 

Every night, out of millions in a plane beyond the Horizon, some say they have seen or thought have seen, Princess Juliana visiting, fueling them with dreams.