Imagine yourself sitting outside. The sun is coming up at the horizon. You can see the clouds gaining some colours, the sky is slowly turning brighter. The birds are chirpy-duping. Some left-over party humans are returning home. You say hi. You feel the wind tousling up your hair. And, suddenly, the morning sun is getting too bright, too warm. You get off the bench, or chair, or log, or other entity you imagined yourself sitting on, and go. Where to? I don’t know. That’s up to you to fantasise about.

Once upon a time, in a far far land, was a woman named Ludovica. Ludovica was a sensational, confident and luminous being. She was also a happy being. Ludovica wasn’t trapped in any tower, she had no evil stepmother and didn’t need a prince on a white stallion to save her from an embarrassing situation.