Only way to get answers, right?
Would you take the risk of knowing the answers that you might very well learn to despise?
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What’s that, Princess?
A butterfly of course.
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Who’s that? Or am I not supposed to ask you this many questions?
You and the questions, my dear.
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Before you lies a forest, a circus hidden in it’s depths. Children rush before you, yet you’re left to question. Are you running from it or towards it? Your question is never answered, for your eyes are locked with a wonderous spectacle in front of you. Alas, you’ve reached the circus. Today’s special! Announcing the entrance of the show; A deformed diva. Two headed vessel. A blue beast that loves to eat cold things. Laughter fills the tent. As your smile widens and spreads across your face. You notice their sorrow, as your smile falters. Their faces rotten to it’s core, for the apple has long reached it’s purpose. Rotten. It’s fun, you now question your initial response to this circus. “Rotten fruit, to dissolve my eyes. My skin festers, reflections in my eyes.” Their sorrow mimics your glee, as your smile sheds your worries. For the Circus shall continue. Far in the back of the woods, in the depths of the forest. Lies children rushing. Ah, now you understand, your question answered. They’re running from their impending doom, as should you. Though you aren’t, you never will. Tomorrow’s special, you ask? Announcing the entrance of the show; A deformed diva, two headed vessel, a blue beast that loves to eat cold things and finally an addition. A truly demented being, you.
As would I. I hear there’s a pretty kickass raven in it.
I believe the Raven has a story of it’s own, though this one seems to be written by Edgar Allen Poe.
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Makes sense. I suppose the bad can be wonderful, awe-inspiring in a way. Well then call it Cleo in Wonderland.
Now I’d read that book.
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