Pretty is something we worry about

Something we ask others about

need to constantly change 

but it ain't really helping us

Pretty may seem nice

but beauty inside is better

Beauty is a smile

A laugh

When you finally feel something

Hard to find

when you don't think your pretty

Isn't it?

You can't eat that make-up that made you pretty out there

It ain't gonna make you pretty inside

And Did you lose your beauty cos you were trying...

Pretty is something we worry about

Something we ask others about

need to constantly change 

but it ain't really helping us

Pretty may seem nice

but beauty inside is better

Beauty is a smile

A laugh

When you finally feel something

Hard to find

when you don't think your pretty

Isn't it?

You can't eat that make-up that made you pretty out there

It ain't gonna make you pretty inside

And Did you lose your beauty cos you were trying...

Memoria is the city of memories.

It's a small island, set in what could be described as a large ocean, except there is sand instead of sea. 
It is the sand of a thousand million cracked hour glasses.

The east side of the island is completely covered with a white forest. It is a paper forest. Each leaf is covered in tiny ink words, and they are always falling, like paper snow. The moment a leaf falls a new one appears. And...