A dead dreamworld is a haunting place and you conjure it well, it's a metaphorical landscape I recognise all too fawkin' well.
"Putting holes in happiness We'll paint the future black If it needs a color My death sentence is now a story Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?"
As for the swirly curly strands of hair... I like them, altho perhaps the pair of strands that come out over the shoulder nearset to the viewer could be femoved or reduced... as is they look slightly 'tacked on' and not as natuaral a part of the composition as the others do, to my eye.
That's so sad and proud all at once. I really like the way you've made a photomanip which isn't uber-shiny and in-your-face. The subtlety of this piece works so much better. I particularly like the way you've done her hair. It looks so natural. Great work!
What, to me, makes the image is the quizically emotional background. A castle abandoned, a tree dead, fog thick and reflection the calm water. The only remain of her, now dead, dreamworld is the stones, conglomerates and sediments of dreams and hopes. It`s no surprise she stands there with fading pride; her world is dead, although it was supposed to be eternal.