This yard sits a little cottage, a huge brick chimney to the east, a run-down iron hut to the west, and a huge Poplar tree in the backyard.
The cottage served as a shabby factory that is somehow without any heating or waterworks. It is so ironically dysfunctional, the main door had been bricked up while windows are glassless and the roof, of course, is dotted with holes.
To most people, the property’s current state would seem like a perfect residence for ghosts and bums. But to our eccentric eyes, we see an image of the cottage refurbished but still retains its old charm and somehow attracting a pair of joyous unicorns to its magical grassy yard that also sprouts candy flowers and double rainbows. As we look further into the sky, smog is no longer smog, in its place, cotton-candy clouds are raining all our favourite sweets unto and into our dreamy little cottage