The following is a story viewed through a misty haze... the story is not clear but you can try to imagine what it is.
"Take my hand," she whispered.
"We're going to fly away to a place that was never born."
"Are you scared?"
He took her hand, and she lifted him into the clouds.
"To a place that was never born." he murmured.
And she took him up higher.
"Close your eyes," she whispered. And then she let go.
When he awoke, she stared at him with wide eyes.
"We are not at the place that was never born. Not yet."
And again, he took her hand and they flew.
A small hut was what they found.
She opened a small package inside.
"Mermaid Tears," she said.
She put one in her mouth and let it melt.
And melt it did. But she did not continue. She stopped and did not move.
She would never move again.
A place that was not born.
So he took the Mermaid Tears and put one in his mouth.
And he realized that the place that was not born would not exist.
The tears fell like crystal droplets.
They would not stop.
The tears would fall forever and ever.
He hoped they would touch the world that was not born.
But it was never born.
He hoped that those tears would one day take him to that place.
He closed his eyes and did not move.
He did not wish to move.
And he couldn't move.
He would never move again.
Not until the tears took him away.
Away to the place that was not born.