Our story begins in Ancient Rome. Or the place where they built Barack Obama's DNC speech set.

Our heroine sits, contemplating her perfectly Botoxed face in a mirror whilst keeping a firm grip on her Prada purse. Her "Shadow" lurks in the background, as the help is supposed to do.

"Did I overdo it with the injectables?" she wonders.

Fed up with the self-absorption disguised as self-reflection, The Shadow flees.

The Shadow wanders the streets of the deserted city. Not a soul to be found. Damn stock market crash.

The Shadow comes upon a young child near an aquarium. As with all little girls in movies, this child may or may not be Dakota Fanning.

Somehow, The Shadow ends up in the water. Friggin kids.

Then the shadow turns into a child.

Or does she? It is but a reflection in a well-appointed dressing room.

Ah, here is The Shadow. Veiled. Did someone die? Is The Shadow mourning the death of childhood?

The Shadow ditches her flowers and leaves the church.

Out in the courtyard, The Shadow meets a rawther large compass. They dance.

Back at the manse, the Lady of the house has yet to notice something is awry. Note that (DUM DUM DUM!) her Prada bag is missing.

The Shadow returns from her adventures; The Lady embraces her.

The Shadow returns to her seat in the back. The Lady's purse has magically reappeared. All is at it was in the beginning. All's well that ends well.

Moral Of The Story: Keep your eye on your Prada bag when shady characters are afoot.

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What is a journey? Asks the first frame. While you think about it, check out this Jesus-like figure:

And this sleeping redhead. She's holding a CLUE!

So yeah, what is a journey? You think you know, don't you? You think a journey is a trip.

Wrong! A journey is not a trip. Now check out this boat in the mist.

And this old guy!

But don't forget the question, about the journey. You're thinking it's like, a vacation, right?
Wrong! It's not a vacation.

But this narrow little street is cool.

Anyway. Back to the journey. It's a process. A discovery. We know this because the text tells us so.

And! It's a process of self-discovery. See what they did there? No, we don't know who these people are.

OMG are you ready? BIG HINT:

Obligatory feeling of ennui:

Back to the narrative: A journey brings us face to face
...with ourselves.
Deep!

Random modern cityscape!

And this girl!

A journey shows us not only the world...

...but how we fit in it.
It is no accident that this guy appears to be leaning. Who is he? We'll never know! But he's important. He's you. Maybe.

Does the person create the journey? Well yeah. The person has to book the tickets, the hotel, the rental car and whatnot. Oh, unless you have "people" to do that for you. Is that what they mean?

Hmm, guess that's not what they mean. OK. So does the person create the journey, or does the journey create the person? Way existential.

What we need right now is a guy to make us make you nostalgic for a life we've never known.
Thanks.

Ooh, more ennui.

The journey is life itself. Aww. Sweet. Something you can relate to, even if you do not possess airline reservations at the moment. You possess a heart, you are alive. Good work.

Where will life take you?

Wait! There's a BIG HINT coming!
Did you catch it?

Fin.

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The jizz dropped down to the ground, where it shattered the surface and woke up a sleeping, flat-chested, dead-eyed naked nymph.

The nymph was approached by some horrifying bugs, but they turned into high-heeled Prada shoes. Just what every newly awakened sylph needs!

As the nymph struts around in her new shoes, she spots a piece of fruit. When she picks it, the world around her blooms!

Sashaying through the creeptastic forest, the Nymph is jumped by a Checkered Lesbian Fairy...

Who clothes her in a perfectly fitted checkered Prada suit and stockings. Just the thing for hiking!

Night falls and the well-dressed nymph encounters a Faun, not as hot as Tim Curry in Legend, but whatevs.

The faun urinates a pond. A dragon flies into the pond and turns into a fish. Nymph girl polishes off the fruit she's been carrying and then throws the pit into the hungry fish's mouth. What a bitch!

The water recedes; the fish has turned into (TA-DAH!) a Prada purse.

The Faun presents it to the Nymph...

Who is so fucking psyched to complete her outfit she spins around in circles...

...Not realizing that the Faun's head has cracked open. He is DYING.

And by dying I mean turning into a flower with a bulbous center, much like the one in the beginning of the tale.

The Nymph pulls the sheets of the world around her — but then notices her purse has a bird in it.
Do all Prada bags come with wildlife? Do the wallets come with moths?

So yeah, the Nymph pulls the covers over her head and...
...Fin.

Moral of the story: Take hallucinogens before you purchase Prada items, and spray them liberally with Raid.

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