Little Missy Muffet comes from a peticular family: human from a mother, spider from a father, she knows her nursery rhyme by heart, and arrives at Monster High slowly, carried by the spidery strangeness of her childhood. But the relationship between...
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Monster High is an environment that actively proves that Gothic is just a canopy and a hand-turned radiance - it's really a cultural customization to congratulate the origins of each creature, while somehow differentiating the art of a Humanity buried in every detail of this universe. Missy had all these close details sown entirely in the realm of her dominant ancestry, some Shelters like New Bethany lacking that twin slice of existence vast enough to nullify a war.
Did this was the case... for the others too ? She didn't see the same iron of terror on her companions. Not even on these backgrounds. Monster High was proud, like a governance elected by miracle.
But...
Perhaps she should temporarily put those "others" aside ?
Yes, to escape into something else, to be tall, to be something. And that, beginning by making contact with what would soon, imprison her ? It was so immeasurable, that beauty was a special fairness by this judgment, as if it oscillated between facies and a tendencies, between world and nature.
The skies were, under the support of a protective dome, that no one could glimpse from emblazoned or mocked by more entrenched faiths, returned to royal blue.
What a weird dream. This turtle's shell.
A predatory painting, diluting its nature into the serenity of its occupants? Thanks to its iridescent sapphire daylight, a color as if traversed by an aqueous perception, Monster High glimpsed the meshes of a unified net, almost as unrealistic as the vapor portraits given as an offering to the imaginary near.
So majestic, unknown, so much so that the charm was a Charybdis. It was so delicate, so abstract like perfect lace.
How could it be cursed to the end ? The melody of its waterfall, circling the gardens to no end ?
During the visit, Missy was the first, and rightly the last, to come into contact with these outflows of thick spectral furs, this elusive mass so rooted in a dream of old echoes. While their tutor, a plant ghoul with prettily green skin and magenta punk hair, kept them up to date on the eternal historicities surrounding the peace and plagues of Monster High....
