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.
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…