The dansant in the dark side of the mind;the lost child skipping through the secret garden, fading in the light of the moonlit night, with the pink eyes of the rabbit bulging in a bursting delight.Another day, another night in a forgotten time.The eclipse of the land dwindles in a glimmering darkness.The cracked mirror dressed in a smile, leading to the freedom of the secret garden in a divine anonymity of refuge;cornered in the tranquility of a peaceful bliss, drifting all along the muse of a forgotten p