You are alone in a cell you built for yourself. Distanced from the sun and noise of the world. That's is the problem with fantasies. You want to head out, explore, have new adventures. But all you get is sunshine. Sunshine that glares you down. You get scared and go back to your cocoon. Yet, the desires of adventures unexplored remain. They always remain. But sunshine. Makes you crouch. Makes your back turn around. It shatters.