(About Beatrice Kuwadorian,
In her POV:)
I'm always exhausted.
And I can tell that you are as well.
My holy Golden Land.
My pure Golden Land.
My desirable Golden Land
Rejoice my sacred land.
No harm will be done in my kingdom.
In my Golden Land.
I want to be free.
I want to run and play.
I'm just a kid.
Compare gold to light.
And light to heaven.
And heaven to hell.
And hell to agony.
My Golden Land.
Have you had enough?
Did you fall and turn to ash?
You didn't do it on purpose.
It was the witch who hurt you.
My beautiful creation.
You were hurt like me.
Just like me.
The voices in the Golden Land will no longer sing and play.
So have I failed you?
I was your creator after all.
But I think I failed myself.
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