Costume Story

An eldritch white tower pierces the heavens.
The woman is greeted by the sight of her late sister.
How long has she prayed for a dream that can never come true?
Yet here she is. Her quiet voice. Her precious face.

But fate will not let the woman indulge in dreams.
Instead, she is given a choice of the most extreme kind.
In her melancholy, she grasps her sword tightly.
For she will not permit this tragedy to repeat itself.

"I will forsake my happiness—and my pain—to become a weapon."

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