"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life."
Sephira and Isabelle (pictured above) thought that the Gods would protect them here.
However...
"Umm, I have a question..."
Worry passes over the brow of the young one.
Anxiously expectant ... the stomping sounds of...
...the lost soul of the Black Witch, who is seeking the Young Ones -
the Ones who have entered the Dark Forest and come out alive,
therefore giving hope to the people,
if even for a brief moment.
Nevertheless, despite their hope-lending qualities,
they ended up in the klink.
As I, your humble narrator, did as well.
It's cold in here.
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