"I once wondered why I was disabled."
"Are you disabled?"
"Yes, sir. That's how they describe me."
The girl's voice paused, then sounded again.
"An unfortunate person who is doomed to be disabled, perhaps death is her best destination."
"You believe it?"
"No, absolutely impossible! So I escaped." Modena said softly.
…
Why trust a fool in a robe? This is a question that Modena has always wondered.
She had never thought about this problem, but she had to think about it.
Maybe it was a life-and-death moment, or maybe it was human survival instinct. She escaped from that stupid world, that world where life and death could be determined by just one word.
She thought she would die and disappear into the black hole, but that was all she thought.
The new world welcomed her with great joy, and it never cared whether she was disabled or not.
"Welcome home, kid," it said.
Modena rarely let down her guard and fell into a deep sleep. Maybe when she wakes up, she will usher in new beauty.
She had never been so horny.
"Go to sleep, child." New World blessed her.
Modena huddled in the arms of a familiar person. She didn't want to open her eyes because she suspected that she was having a sweet dream.
"Modena, believe in yourself." A familiar person kissed her forehead.
"Good night, sweet dreams."
Intention: People always become complete as they grow.
