Prologue

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August 1998...

It's late and darkness descends on the city. The crickets chirping in the warm, perfume-filled summer night predict the coming of another sunny day. 

It's a perfect summer night, that is, it would be if it weren't for the tiny blonde who creeps out of her warm and cozy bed for a midnight stroll

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It's a perfect summer night, that is, it would be if it weren't for the tiny blonde who creeps out of her warm and cozy bed for a midnight stroll. The little lady is hardly four years old and goes forward, sleepwalking barefoot along the gloomy road. Alone, and unconscious, she continues her quest guided by the arms of Morpheus. She does not see the lights that flit around her, nor the nocturnal glow of animal eyes, the animals that have come to watch her from the side of the road.

She dreams of stars and of planets and doesn't feel the gravel as it scrapes at the soles of her feet

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She dreams of stars and of planets and doesn't feel the gravel as it scrapes at the soles of her feet. She lifts her arms to the sky as if to reach for the stars in her dreams, the trees bending ever so slightly in toward her to answer this tiny queen of the night. Finally, scores of curious creatures softly and silently follow every step the sleeping girl takes.  The scene, not unlike one in a fantasy film, has no spectator other than the entranced girl. She is entirely in communion with nature. Suddenly, a bluish glow surrounds her hands and enters her body, as if it were a firefly. As if it were a magnificent star that had lost its way. But, as with all beautiful things, there must always be a brutal end. Her nocturnal quest guides her to a main thoroughfare and suddenly there is a truck hurtling fatefully toward her. It is such a gentle dream, and it ends so abruptly. Large, wrinkled fingers wrap themselves around her, pushing her forcefully into the bushes.

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