Once upon a time, in a big, lively city at the side of the river Manzanares, a baby girl was born. When she was young, she played and played, and she invented stories based on the many books she'd read. Then, several years went by, and the girl wanted to keep on playing... but she couldn't. Some peers started calling her Petra Pan. She longed for freedom, so she went away and started wandering the world. Some say that she currently hides in a town called Mainhattan. And I've heard that, in some way, she's still playing.