An enchanted garden from long ago. A garden that is still to come. White walls with no paintings, a vision of an elsewhere. In our lives we build our gardens, the garden to our hearts. The walls that are ment to be painted. The gates that must be opened. The stairs that climb down those steps into the gardens of our hearts. The garden what must be painted, and brought to life. The garden that we make, a glimpse into another life. A key to another world. The paintings on the walls. The royal wings of imagination, that are ment to be brought to life.