Dear ghost,
In a far far away fairyland, there is a dream so sweet and majestic. It is a tale of those that breathe grandly; love so ardently. Their stories are so royal that none can behold it unless written in the stars. Those are the stars of our childhood that wave the destiny of our feeble life. They make you bow in awe for it is ever so beautiful and amorous.
No one knows how many have yearned for it but all knows about those who attained it. It is the luxury of all the idle man. The treasure of all who wonders.
May you be Alchemist of your pearl. The Midas of your dream. The one that turns the stone into a gold yet not the heart of your home.
Yours