they have only known cages. and they are awake and asleep at night. they are not looking to lead a normal life; they do not know what normal is. it is Unseen for them, they've never experienced it. and they are all made of what's different. they are words like dust with no ground to settle on. they are like Snowflakes drifting alone. they are so many characters; they are Seerat, Aruni and Maya. they toil beside untitled stories and House of Stones with few residing in neverland we will come to know as Snowridge. they bleed onto the pages from a faraway existence. they have potential. they are wishes and possibilities. they just are. ~akira