"Hiden in the shadows, deep in a twisted forest of darkness and lost dreams, there is a light at the end of the endless pathway. No matter how far you walk it is still so far away. All this time, demons hiden behind trees laugh and watch as you struggle on. I have made residence in this forest, a house in the trees and my ideas come from some of the demons whisperings. Every time I close my eyes, I am past the light and floating in a city in the clouds. I am human, I am free. But when I open my eyes I am back with the demons and back in the twisted world. My only light is a torch carved of love and hope. That is the only thing that keeps me going is the other person holding the torch. Sometimes the other person on the torch goes out and you are lost within you own insanity. But you keep going with the little light you have from what you can hold with the strands of sanity left. In a world of demons and a land of hope, you have to carve out what you can and surivive. That is what writing is to me. Carving out a world to hide in and surviving." -Miss Mystery