Someone once said, 'That place is engulfed in darkness'- however that does in no way mean that there was never any light.

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a hot summer's day. The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts. The mad Queen said, "Off with his head! Off with his head! Off with his head!" Well... that's too bad... no more heads to cut.

Even if I'm to be tortured, to be mistreated, to be humiliated, Echo doesn't have a right to fight against it.

No matter how much despair awaits them, I wish that at the end of their story, the gentle light of hope will shine on them.

Just Echo.