"But isn't it just divine? The chaos, the unpredictability, the sheer audacity of it all~ It's all so... perfectly imperfect~" Leaning back, THEY grinned, teeth glinted like shards of light under the bleak, crimson glow. The staff settled into a lazy spin in THEIR fingers, voice carrying a sense of exhilaration bordering on the edge of madness. "Everything just as it should be~ See~?"
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"Oh? Tell me, then; does it not amuse you to see them crack? To unravel their facade and expose the turmoil beneath~? Such revelations would be most delightful~"
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"And isn't that the crux of it all~?"
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Origin of The End
ActionPeople said that time erases all wounds, that it heals even the deepest scars, whether they be of the body or the soul. She knew better. Or did she?
Volume I - Side Story - Of Fools and Madness (I)
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