✿✿✿ Season One ✿✿✿
" Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name. "
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
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Stars twinkling upon the dazzling skies - a lovely chill that sends a crawl up your spine - the deeply inhaled scent of fresh air and the welcoming aroma of heavy earth - the orchestra of crickets chirping, owls hooting, and wolves howling to the full moon - and the presence of life and nature surrounding you like a blanket, sheltering you from harm, keeping you safe and sound, and leaving you with a pleasant feeling of home. That was all but a dream. A dream that children, adults, and seniors alike have every night. The dream that haunts you, but at the same time comforts you, day after day. And every single time, leaves you basking in the surreal sensation that what is around you is the dream - and the dream is reality. But for her it is was a nightmare, for it reminded her what she could've had if it not for human-kind's selfishness and greed.
Truly, deeply, madly, Titania Allure was a sweet, chilling nightmare - and unfortunately for her enemies, very angry....
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The 100