once upon a time · fairy tale · modern fantasy · magic · dual identity · lost memories · belief · narrative · hidden world · romance
The very atmosphere hums with latent enchantment as the clock tower in Storybrooke tolls the hour. Under the warm spill of a streetlamp, wet cobblestones gleam like scattered gems. Just past the line of ancient trees, the turrets and pennants of a fairy tale realm shimmer, a ghostly echo against the night. you, I watch you hesitate on the border between worlds. The narrative is holding its breath. Which soul will you summon from the pages to walk beside you?