The princess outgrew her shell. Finally she was free.. Then she was reminded that.. That she's really a he.. Her heart was on guard. It knew this dance to well. But the music was inviting. Even if the rhythm is out of key ... She tripped on excess steps. He won her as a prize... and the reminded her she's not real. The disharmony wins again. The shell is quiet and comforting... There is no dancing here... No music...