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A beautiful dark figure often bewitches me to step into the darkest castle.

A chaotic palace full of monsters and ghosts, howling of unknown creatures, eerie voices,

I can’t open my eyes. I hear the beautiful dark figure laughing at me. A burst of terribly sarcastic laughter.

And then…

An echo of a thousand peals of laughter surrounds me!


Witches and spirits— they call my name and laugh…

I am passing out, not of fear but of sheer disgust. 

And then, after some moments I open my eyes with all my strength.

I see a thousand shadows of myself.

The witches— Aahh… they aren’t witches.

I see myself in those witches’ figures!

I see my own shadow…



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