“A bird has to break out of its shell. The egg is its world. For a person to be born into this world, they must destroy it.”
A delicate music box played a sweet melody. The girl's lotus-green skirt twirled as she spun. The moving blocks shifted at random, and thick white mist seeped through everything. A girl with braided pigtails danced ballet without stopping, her toes lightly touching the mud as she moved mechanically through the steps. She spun again. A doll in a pretty dress, its eyes adorned with rubies, sat smiling on the ground.
A fairy-tale book wrapped in brown paper bore half a line of English, mostly rubbed away. Colorful candy wrappers littered the floor. The girl with braided pigtails smiled mischievously and ate the sugary candy, giggling. In the castle's vast corridors, children walked in a line, teasing one another as they sang a nursery rhyme.
This is being reborn, she thought.
“Tell the me who died: make sure you take the world, then destroy it.”
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
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