There is a limit. There is a line. There is a place that cannot be reached, there is a dream that cannot be realized, there is a song that cannot be sung, and in that not-place sits a girl with a heart of stone. This is a story about a girl who realizes that from loneliness comes hope, and from joy comes sorrow, and from hate springs freedom. This is Eleanor's story. "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted-nevermore!" (Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven)