You know what to do.


Evolution of a Dream When I was eight years old, every night I would want to go to the topiary garden. Not because of the garden itself, but because of what lay inside: the mansion.Evolution of a Dream by ~Connorchap
Normally I'd just show up, BAM, standing in between the rearing triceratops and a cresting wave of leaves. But tonight there was sort of an obstacle. Nothing more than a long and dark hallway, sure, and I immediately crouched on all fours and started to gallop down it - but my mom and brother would not follow, hesitating at the non-existent threshold. I didn't care, they never came along anyway. Lining this stone hall were statues, granite cloaked figured with hoods blackening their
