This is the story of a fairy tale and its survival through time.

Long after its charm and enchantment have dispersed,

after the dampness of cellars has thinned the ink almost to disappearance,

something within it continues to resist.

Waiting for time to turn once more.

For the world to recognise again the necessity of that exact narrative.

Because certain stories are bound to return.

Again and again.

Not through nostalgia, but because the universe itself has taken on their weight.

And for this reason they belong to everyone,

even to those convinced they could never belong inside them.