Dandeleocy's Haven. 

Through obsolete gardens, where dandelions grows and prosper from a mind who wanders at the raging seas, never minding the waves crashing like it's never ending, no, the existence of her words were not created for those who stay for eternity, but for those who are ephemeral. Those who had nowhere to go, nowhere to embrace. and those who went deeper the waters although they were shallow. 

She who loves the sea. the moon, and everything she could see, the colors that fades and hearts that embrace. 

Dandeleocy would warn those who cross to never yield expectations from words that are just lost from a deep thought, they are silly and cliché to begin with. Her fictional creations are just like her. Imperfect yet I guess that's what made it worth reading, knowing that it wouldn't be a perfect story.