There was once a woman who fell from her glory.
A woman in the middle of a long journey fraught with agony and despair.
A woman who was the embodiment of hope and light... was ironically trapped in the guillotine of despair called fate.
She was cursed.
For she was immortal.
Others might call it a blessing, but the woman who knew the reason behind it walked a path of thorns others didn't know.
Because until now, she could still hear that 'being's' malevolent voice.
Yes.
The woman who was thought holy by others kept a dark secret.
Inside her body, sealed away, existed an ominous dark being that could destroy the world.
'...'
The woman would clutch her chest in pain whenever that *being* threatened to emerge.
And every time it did, it felt like her soul was being torn apart piece by piece.
But the woman had to hold it together.
She could still hold it.
At least, that's what she thought.
'How futile.'
