You see, a fairy tale is not a mirror, but a doppelgänger. It has come to us from over mountains and meadows, from cities familiar and strange, and it tells us more about ourselves than we already knew. I am not interested in a story that reflects only a flat version of myself, but in one with as much heart, independent thought, and mystery as I have—a story born of many cities, countless villages, and unknown numbers of stars, which has crossed mountains and streams to sit down beside me. Not to lull me to sleep, but to ask me to open my eyes to new worlds as it says, “yes, just listen.”
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