P R E F A C E Defenseless and silent. Freedom is nowhere to be found as these eyes gazed upon this unfamiliarity of a place with ears dancing from these melancholy ballad melodies caused by the nightingales. Her mind was shaken by the realization that it should have been just a feigned realm, but it was not at all. Fear has crawled back to her like a man in the desert with no water or aid, only his solitude. The unknown whereabouts of hope remained veiled; even if she took her eyes out of her sockets, she could still feel the desolated morbidity of a cage with her obliviousness to hope. Peculiarities are increasingly arriving, like every droplet caused by the rain. If only Pandora had not held onto her curiosity.
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