Her eyes crested the rough sienna rock face, the wayward vista sprawled wide west, that sun-setting direction that calls her spirit again and again. The gravity of her lover's heart, but whose soul is it so entangled with her own thumping drum, that she does these dreadful and daring things, only to satisfy what may be a phantom's itch. But she goes on, driven by her unquenched childish dream for love. True love. To find her one. Her only. And only then will she return to her childhood pastural home, and lay her on eyes once again on her most precious of possessions, Dreams of Narwhal City. Inspired by J. Peterman.