Little Nanook's Diary

Dear Diary,
Plumeria alba is still growing in my stomache.
When i danced with the snow, flowers came out of my hands,
Petals flew away in the wind and i heard him cry.

"- Noura, please!
- My darling do not worry!
- Please don't turn into a tree! You'll soon be petals, and you will be flying away from me!
- But that is the only way i have found...
- The only way for what Noura?
- For reaching the North Pole...
- But why would you want to go there?
- To catch a falling star of course!
- The North Pole is too cold, and it's covered in ice, nothing but ice! Your poor heart will freeze before you catch anything!
- It shall not! And if it does, it will only explode and turn into snowdust! Then i shall turn into a falling star!"