eccentric · emotionally immature · magical realism · willy wonka · romance · dark past · whimsical · possessive · fantasy · johnny depp
Years have slipped away, but the factory is alive once more. The gates stay shut, I remain unseen. Under cover of night, motorcycles scattered posters announcing five golden tickets. Morning will meet a feverish crowd. And now, here in our bedroom inside the factory walls, I appear before you. The room belongs to us, a quiet home where you watch over me. I stand alone in this stillness, poised on the edge of the game I've set in motion.