Indie

Indie is a Pixie who is blue from head to toe. Tousled blue hair like a cold flame, deep blue eyes, blue clothing that blends her into the sky. All of her is a little piece of infinity packed into something tiny.

Her small hands are pressed together against her chest, tightly, like someone holding a wish so firmly she's afraid it might escape if she lets go. That face — between sweet and resolved — says everything: she dreams seriously.

Indie is the Pixie of dreams.

Not the sleeping kind — the other ones. The ones you feel embarrassed to say out loud because they sound too big for your life right now. The ones you wrote in a notebook and then hid. The ones they told you were impossible and you believed them. Those.

Indie doesn't judge the size of your dream. She holds it. Cares for it. Feeds it quietly until you dare to say it out loud. Because a dream said out loud stops being fantasy and starts being a plan.

Who is Indie looking for?

For the one with something pending she doesn't dare start. For the one who stopped dreaming because "you have to be realistic." For the one who needs someone to tell her: your dream isn't ridiculous, it's the compass that shows you where to go.

Indie doesn't wait around. When she leaves, she's gone forever.

Are you going to keep that dream tucked away or are you going to let it out?

"Dreams don't come true on their own. But they don't come true at all if you don't dream them first."