In the Hollow,
everything feels safe and happy yellow flowers and rose blushed cheeks. You are in another world that rolls around in comfortable clockwork and days that flutter by in a calm breeze.
A sanctuary of sleeping dragons, red capped mushrooms with white-speckles, petals that shone like prisms, snow-covered canopies of evergreen...
A safe haven against curses;
but not the cold sadness that hovers above the bubble of clouded judgement and beautifully selfish mirth.
In the Hollow,
you may be tucked away from reality and given the company of infinite simplicity that these sweet thoughts of peach and mermaid teal dreams bring.
But it is no forever.