Ever since he was a child, he had dreamed of perfection. At times in his life, as he grew up in beautiful, sunny Australia, he believed he had found perfection, but he was picky, and extremely observant, and managed to find even the smallest of flaws. The nights he stared at the stars, he recognized that they were simply light that was just now reaching Earth, and that, in reality, those stars have long since died. When he viewed nature, he recognized that nature was a dangerous force, and that one wrong move could cost you your life. And humans...humans were the most flawed, but as a child with a very imaginative mind, he was able to formulate his image of perfection, and cherished this picture as he grew into a man. As he grew wiser, his picture grew more vivid, until he could swear that every time he closed his eyes he could reach out and touch this woman floating just beyond his reach.

She was beautiful, as perfection should be, with blazing cobalt eyes and dark hair that fell around a pale face that practically screamed sexual appeal and an overwhelming power that was held just below the surface. She was thin, but curvy; toned in the some places, and buxom in others. She spoke with a sultry voice, thickened with an Australian accent that followed his personal nationality, but in his mind her words were fuzzy, and unable to be heard as proper English. Cockiness was held in her shoulders and face, and her confidence was a strong asset to her personality. She was strong, and a woman with as much wit as her beauty.

She was amazing, and perfect in every way, but, like every other aspect of perfection, she had her flaws.

Her only flaw, was that she wasn't real.