Merging

In a mystic realm concealed by a translucent imagination, lived a little girl who knew how to fly. This young girl, in her world of magic and mystery, was synonymous to a chameleon... very naturally blending in with what she had chosen to live with.
As soon as she stepped here, her world of possibilities, dissolved all of the chains (of varied colors and sizes) that pierced into her soul, tarnishing any amount of sheen left in "hope". "Hope", that she had, in "possibility" being a reality. Here, she was like a bee, fluttering from flower to flower, extracting and then tasting nectar. Some flowers had some and some were accompanied by thorns... either way, she learnt something. Learnt what was fruitful and the otherwise.
She really could fly here, fly high... beyond the limit of sky, freely... without any fear of falling.
Or FAILING.
FAILURE was after all decided by protocols set by plethora of people with no "i" in them. Her realm was governed by no rules, except for one - her will.

She wished for a merger...

Merger of the worlds, one in which she was forced to keep her eyes open, and the other, in which she willingly closed her eyes.