It’s born from despair, amidst rubble and fractured sighs. It rises as a refuge for those who cannot close their eyes without seeing ghosts, for those left with invisible scars by war. It doesn’t heal, it doesn’t save, but it does deceive, and sometimes, that’s enough. Designed in a broken world, it offers itself as a sanctuary. An escape for minds that still hear the screams of yesterday. A whisper of relief to silence for a few hours what shatters hearts. Because when the past weighs too heavily and the present hurts, only the promise of another place, another time remains. As simple as a lie, so easy to swallow: a rose-colored pill. When that love that couldn’t be obliterates your mind, escape to the land of “Happily Ever After.” Lose yourself in the sweetness of the impossible, in the warmth of what never happened. It’s not real, but does it matter? As long as the illusion lasts, the pain ceases to exist.