Everyone in my life leaves me, they either die or go insane. And I'm no exception. Every time I walk down the street the villagers throw flowers at me, praising me. They have no idea what it's like, being dropped at the steps of a glowering palace, growing up to be the princess I am today. I have learned many things about the world outside through whispering maids and quiet writings. I have heard stories passed between them of a war, a war between the Earth and the moon. Luna they call it. A girl patched together with metal and wires, leads them. I am not entirely sure who "them" is, but that's what they always say. I am going to find her.