Asme has always been Asme. Not bullied. Just Asme. Not insulted. Just Asme. Not crazy smart. Just Asme. She wasnt much, plain olive skin, shiny brown hair. I mean, of course she looked exhausted. She stayed up all night doing her own thing, trying to piece together her life with the only thing she had, Lolamen. Lolamen was an online game in which you could do really anything you wanted. putting together simple quests if you got bored, an open socialization. When Asme was on Lolamen, she became Asferen. There were races such as Lefez, like elves but a pale green with leaves that looked like feathers around ears and eyes. Amelai, fairy like creatures that seemed to shine under the sun. Asferen was a Feran. closest relative to the Lefez. but ferns instead of leaves and actual wings. Asme could go on and on. nobody asked at school why she looked like shit, and she never said anything about it. teachers can go on and on about getting sleep but spending time as Asferen, a being that existed more than Asme herself, was a thousand times better than closing your eyes and reaching for something youll never find, a dream becoming reality.

A house built from the ground up, labeled house of dreams.

Elmia has only ever tried to be everyone else, but everyone else... well they didnt care, they were never there. she grew up alone, nobody was ever there. the first few years that was okay... for the first few years at least. filled with gorgeous hand made pictures by a crappy artist, (me not Elmia, shes just a cover for my bad talent) Only has self harm and cursing, but ima put mature on anyway because of the cursing. self harm doesnt get too bad unless the idea train completely falls off the rails.