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Memories of a Red BirthdayThe Princess who saw it All walks out the door. The red glints of the pearls taint the world beautiful and magical. Strings of red wave and dance a soft waltz, bouncing back and forth with each step. The Princess steps soundlessly, a floating image in the enormous castle where so many have passed, stories and voices engarved and embebed in the century-old stone for no one to hear but no one to forget.Memories of a Red Birthday by HoshisamaValmor
Her crown made of strings falls over her face, a blindfold for others but hundreds of different ideas for her. Escaping and changing reality through imagination is the best and only way to live, the silent Princess of the cold castle who lives inside her head.
The flower arrange on the balcony writhes softly, away from the light and enclosed between the cold stone walls. The petals shine through the the red pearls, reflect and repeat and imagine... that flower arrange could be... special plants, unique and fragile, from a distant land, brought specially for her. On her special day.
"See me ruined by my own creations"~Tuomas Holopainen, Nightwish
Personal quote: "For good or bad, everything is a matter of perspective"
If someone asks me how I can draw with ballpoint pen, I ask you,
how the hell can people draw with pencils?
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