Fair Young Maiden & Ice Machine — A Dream Parable of Quiet Rescue
In my dream, I found myself standing in a castle where the Fair Young Maiden was imprisoned. As I stood before her jail cell wondering how to get her out of there, Ice Machine in the corner chimed in, No need for such heroics, my boy. She lets them think what they think. Wherein, the Fair Young Maiden touched one of the bars and bent its shape so that it moved aside. Then she moved between the bars, where she stood before me smiling.