[a/n Warning dark ]
Desire.
A primal instinct of all creatures, often the most suppressed by rational beings...
In some ways, it was considered the most disruptive to life.
-Ding-a-ling!
But the jester denied such assertions.
Desire created goals, and the liberation of it imparted value to efforts.
What value was there in a life that only suppressed such desires?
"Come to think of it, you still haven't paid back the money you took from me last time."
"And you, you made a mess of the girl I had my eye on right in front of me...!"
"Aaaargh! Damn it all! Why do I have to end up like this?! It's all your fault!"
"That's my line! Why do I have to rot in this hellhole with you bums?!"
Even if problems followed, at that moment, none of that needed to be considered.
As their accumulated desires seethed in the filthy alley, the jester fueled the fervor with her performance and erased their rationality.
Abandoning worries, concerns, and conscience.
"Arrgh! Die! You bastards!"
Even the sound of flesh being torn and the lament of losing humanity were all obliterated by a performance that was so intense and addictive.
"Ahaha~!"
As desire sprouted in place of the consumed rationality, a red flower bloomed fully on the stage.
A once-hidden joyful smile began to emerge more prominently on the face of the jester, who was moving as if she were dancing.
"The humble jester sings~"
She said with a brighter smile than ever before.
She illuminated this frenzy, drawing joy that held a light more vivid than moonlight.
"Singing the song of one's life♬"
Through this heightened spirit, reminiscing about her own memories, she plucked the strings.
"A beggar born from chaos, grasping at the salvation offered. A street thug, drunk on victory, becomes a hero, then a king, whose journey I've witnessed and remembered..."
A reflection on a long life, a series of fleeting images, a fairytale written about a hero, a biography of a hero from another's perspective...
It didn't matter what it was called.
Naming it was a luxury in a song meant to heighten the merriment of the feast.
"Yet, changing it to a merry song for fear of being swept away by time, it lingers in this world longer than memories, passed from mouth to mouth~"
Even those unaware of the song felt the excitement, sharing its resonance with each other...
Even without awareness, hoping to leave its mark in this world.
"Oh King, I am your jester~ As I sing this song, I also reminisce about the glorious days we spent together..."
-Ding-a-ling, Ding-a-ling♬
"...So even at this moment, I hope that the emptiness you feel, built by those accumulated memories, will be filled, and a smile will once again grace your lips."
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