As Freya entered the bar she noticed a lamp capturing her stance. She began admiring her silhouette against the wall. What a magical sight, she thought. Enchanted by her shadow, Freya began to notice emotions she had never felt before. The thought of cherishing something so whimsical took her breath away. A man leaned over and wispered in her ear, 'I think your dress is nice, but if you do not mind me saying so, your silhouette is perfect.' 'Priceless', Freya said with a smile. Freya could never forget that night, nor did she ever want to. That was the night she fell in love with herself and all things magical.