He had dreams that filled the void of loneliness. Some were happy, some gruesome, some left him in tears, in some he died. He never delved into why he had such dreams, or why nobody approached him. One day, he saw a girl. She was an innocent child, licking her colourful swirl-shaped lollipop nothing about the sight should've captured his attention, yet it did: she came from his dreams. If she could, then so could the others, then so could he.