Danse · Macabre;

Although Rosella spoke of marionettes and puppeteers, as tempting that allegory is, I wouldn't say it fits. In my opinion, characters in a story describes better what happened during the past supposed curses. Ink is subtler than strings attached to your limbs; we can always glimpse the threads glimmering at the light, we can see them and struggle against them, but what of something written in a book somewhere? Words that control our actions and feelings? How do we know to distinguish our reality from fiction? How do we know we are not following a plot from somebody's creation?

Hmpf and even if it's so awful to feel that way, some people prefer to consider Fate a natural part of their lives. I would never want to be one of them again.

But what has changed? Against the stereotype, I know not all witches are wicked, but it felt extraordinary cathartic to boot them out my home last week. They dared to claim to be my ballet tutors. What an outrage! I apologize for the unpleasant smell during that evening, I was... sincerely acting against my sensibilities, using a very barbaric artifact. I don't remember its name. May someone tell me? Maybe I should acquire it, heavy as that was, it was very helpful. I took a photograph before midnight:

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Is he here? Past days... They say it's a curse but after Monday, I don't believe it. I can't dismiss this feeling so easily. You believe me, don't you? You know something is wrong.

Prince, where are you? I am scared without you.