“A young boy is not just a child. He is a dreamer and a creator of his own imagination. Whoever puts him upon redemption of his ideas will cease to explore the peculiar beauty of one’s uniqueness.” CHAPTER XXX: The Demolished Prophecy; A Little More Ally,  A Little Less Doubtful    IT WAS A night deep in the woods. There were quite a few gusts of wind and a rustle of fallen leaves outside the tree house— I could see it from here. I was pretty sure it was six in the night that time, of course, I saw the vintage clock right above the main door. Now, as we were dwelling in the witch’s little house, we also delved into the deeper truth she told us. It was as if she was a mother and we were her kids, hearing her stories— also in the right scenario where we settled ourselves around the table as sh