A/N: I have spent far too much time standing outside my house at night, and looking at miniature trees. For me, they are a world of wonders.

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A young Victorian lady, speaking across time and space. You hear her speech, and listen.

They say that running around like this is not ladylike.

Listen to what the trees say. They will never lie.

Watch the clouds and the tree branches at night. Hear their whispering, and heed it.

Speak to the dragons, and the elves. If they open a door in the trunk of a tree, step inside.

Do not listen to what the men in white say. They wish to trick you.

Leave this world, and speak with wonders you have never dared imagine.

Never go back. Make your own life, as I never did.