Alexus

The ballerina twirls in a small music box drifting Alexus to sleep, the door slowly creaks open. A proud father walks up to little Alexus watching her eyes open. Her eyes are full of different colours all surrounded by a white background. 'you may not realise it yet, but your eyes are full of marvelous things' he says. 'the white in your eyes are the strings that will lash from your hands' ' the g...