Literature
PFoS: One.
She was Delilah Lott, and she lived just before the edge of reality. Her existence, therefore, often teetered between the two.
Delilah lived in a tall, teetering house that seemed to bend and shake with the wind. The windows were never quite sturdy or thick enough to keep out the cold-air blowing off the near-by body of water. They lived on a cliff, you see, jutting out over an ever dangerously splashing sea. She would often stand on the edge of the cliff at night and wonder where the waves would carry her, were she to jump, or if she would fly - like she did in many of her dreams - into the vast and sparkling navy blue canvas high above her