Pygmalion's heart has been shattered by the vicious spirits of the cruel women that exist within his world. Time after time he pushes himself to trust again but without fail it always backfires. As a result, he retreats into a life of solitude and begins the process of the creation of his highest conception of a woman. At first the project appears childish, but as his ideal develops the more life manifests within her.

Welcome to World War 3. This is a war like none U have ever seen, for it is a direct attack on all that is divine.

Wendell battles to the heart of all of the problems in society and teaches his lost children how to defeat Hook and his evil mind controlling pirates. Each wrinkle infused into our skin paints a picture into our past and the actions of our present then directs the shape of their future. A frown will eventually infuse into old age and the mannerisms that we utilise will form into the heart that controls them. And as these wrinkles stack, we begin to forget the dreams that once plagued our minds. Popular culture then reinforces this conformity through simple yet repetitive messages and those who see through them end up being marginalised by society. Our path gets darker as the fairies of the world lose the fire that drives them. Because if we lose the ability to interpret non-literal examples into the reality of how we and everything around us functions, then we also inflict oppression that could obtain us real collective insight. And when those who have discovered fairy dust unite, the revolution will begin and the golden freaks who kept their happy thoughts will remember how you treated them when they evolve into your judge, jury, ...

Wendell yet again inflicts suffering upon himself when he offers his heart to a girl that lives across the world who does not want it.