Within a world of darkness, there are many kinds of darkness. However, just like the idea of lights inside darkness, there is darkness hiding in light. In one such case, there was a girl who formed a barrier around herself. Although others see her as nothing unusual, her mind was filled with grief of being unable to achieve what may be akin to a perfection: the chance to help all those dear to her. Demon, witch, villain: those were things she called herself insider her barrier, where memories haunt her and what brought her joy in life sought only to break her into pieces that can never be fixed ever. That, was the world she locked herself into upon realizing that she was different from the rest of those around her.
The songs she sang gave some level of comfort, but she still wished to end her sufferings and begin anew with hopes for her friends and the world. However, like a poison that refused to be dispelled, she could never be brought back from this underworld she built for herself to suffer punishments self-inflicted.
My dungeon that I constructed has been my home for who knows how long? those who take the form of the characters I have grown to either like or like to dislike have forms that shift with my bottle emotions. I, who have tried to be "good" shall suffer and endure the machinations of my realm, leaving my naive foolish self to rot and begone forevor. Those who I hold dear, I don't want their hopes to be spoiled by fools who seek to bring death to others. The only thing I hold to myself that I shall not let go is the object that holds the remains of my once-cheerful spirit: the seed of grief and regret that I hold within me.
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