Be free again tonight
At midnight without fright
You grinned at the sight
Uncontrollable is your light
Macabre is your last night;

Let your hate take flight
Emotion is might
It might be mistaken with blight
Lack of spite
Unparalleled is your kind.

Follow the ringing bell to the gates of the church, the funeral service has been reached.

Seated on the bench is The Alice, The Painter attended only a few funerals, however she couldn't help but find this one very peculiar.

There wasn't any guests other than her, not even a priest. Instead of two, there was only one row of benches, most of them were broken. The soothing air of the church was replaced by a frightening one. And there was no coffin, only a magnificently carved rectangular atlar, decorated with flowers, there the corps was laying.

She stood up from the pew, terrified she was, but a prayer was needed, so she holded onto every bit of courage she has, and hesitantly walked to the atlar.

Holding her hands together to pray, she slowly knelt down, and closed her eyes. Only for a hand on her head to surprise her, stopping her in the middle of the prayer, The Painter looked up, she screamed, desperately trying to crawl away.

From her slumber, the corps awoke, and she was grinning at The Alice, with her hands on her cheeks, The Living Dead giggled at the frightened lady.

The fright long gone, now you welcomed curiosity, as The Living Dead dragged you by the hand, away from the odd church, back into the nature of The Mind Of The Night.

Beautiful as an angel The Dead was, but as a fallen angel, scoundrel grace. Thick hair of silver, smooth skin of winter, amethyst eyes of the winner, the tall figure of the beast that kills, the charm of the snake that poisons.

To pass the time, she sang to The Painter strange poems, all were in different tongues, how odd, for once The Painter could, without guilt creeping behind her, swear with all certainty, that she knows those poems, and that she understood all those languages.

Easy it was to get along with The Living Dead, they sat down in meadow, making jewellery out of flowers, The Painter was playing poet now, and The Living Dead listened.

Purple is the colour of the crown, The Fallen Angel handed to The Alice with a smile on her face, whispering " 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ", the flowers glowed, sinister light, The Painter took it, however weared it not.

It took her by surprise, the kindness in the eyes of her, a bracelet of chamomiles was tied around the wrist of The Living Dead, The Painter smiled, taking The Dead's hands, muttering prayers.

Back up on earth Persephone returned, to grace the once white and sad fields of trees with her kind and warm presence. Vibrant green and colours of sun here and there.

The Living Dead and The Alice were getting along together, they went to different trees and picked the goods they offered.

They reunited under the shadow of The Great Liege, in their arms the fruit they bringed. The Dead opened the pomegranate with unnecessary harshness, picked out the seeds, handed some to The Painter, only for her to refuse the fruit.

Instead, a peach she offered to the empty shell of a girl, enraged was The Dead, " 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝 " The Alice said.

Cheek on the dirt is the end of each and every, she fears, the above, she fears much more. The Painter smiles at the dancing water in the river, she heard them sing and play, but The Living Dead couldn't.

Did Leviathan took a liking to The Living Dead ? It seems he gifted her some of his ways, a child of Leviathan she is ? Is his hand the one that feeds her ? Or is he laughing and taunting her ?

All she knew was rage, she's enraged, she was the night, The Painter was the day, The Painter returned, now she has to go, she doesn't want to go, where is she even going ? Is it really a better place as they say ? Or is it just a lie to comfort the living ?

One has to go, does it have to be her ? The Painter held The Living Dead, bodies both cold, one more than the other.

" 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 ? 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. "

The Living Dead let her arms rise to return the hug of The Alice, her nose against her shoulder.

" 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐫𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. "

How funny life is, to make one feel so bad and sad, only to suddenly turn one happy, and wonder why was even blue ?

" 𝐒𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. "

The Paniter let The Dead go free, extending her arm to her, a welcoming smile on her face, only for The Dead to refuse, her head down, ashamed.

" 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧. "

As the water the prince couldn't hold, The Living Dead fell to the ground, dirt taunting her knees, tears running down her cheeks.

Who is she to betray The Sun ? How could she think of it ? She, mere dust, could never compar to The Rising Sun, how could she want more ? Desire is ugly, desire is sin, and now she's paying the price with the little she has.

" 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬. "

The Alice sat down beside The Living Dead, offering a shoulder to cry on, and a hand to hold, The Dead took it all.

" 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 '𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦' 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 "

The moon chattered, not the moon, but the lies that kept them trapped in this land, the stars of fake fell to dust, the shadows of habitants ran but without use, the trees of trickery went down, the flowers of facades gasped underneath it all.

" 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ? "

The river welcomed the two girls into her embrace, as the land was finally destroyed. They were victims of vices, but now, the virtues shall clear their path, as they dive deeper into the river, the tides of East and the tides of West finally meeting.

In the middle of those four white walls, on the warm mattress of the bed, consciousness returned to her, as her eyes head straight to the right, a window was there, what a beautiful afternoon it was.

The door of the room, a woman dressed in uniform was there, holding a tray of medicine, she gasped, relieved. She called for the doctor to come inside, and very soon he did.

" 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ? "

The girl budged not, her gaze set on the warm colours of the sky. Other questions were thrown her way, however silence is the only answer they got.