Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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A Fever Dream
FantasyEngland, 20th-century. Days before her wedding Aster escapes busy London, retreating to her grand grandmother's cottage in South England to pick up a traditional wedding dress. In an old chest of drawers, she finds a ticket to the city she's never h...