We wear masks, but we yearn for Muggle life. We are the same people.
"You're a Leo, right?"
"Hmm"
Our souls are not polluted and are pure.
"Remy... Let's run away"
Holding the hand of the one you love, the wind blows, the eyes are blurry, but the legs do not stop, he is running, running up the hill, crossing the railing, lying on the grass, and falling asleep. In the dream, we are free, lazy, with a warm and brilliant soul. We escape to the distance, no matter what they think, we only care about each other, we fall into an ordinary life, so beautiful, the breeze blows, we are not pure blood, we are just ourselves, running up the hillside, watching the sunrise again...
Purpose: Our souls are free and warm