She looks to the mirror as she loses herself, a reflection not there. Lets wait for a starry night and make a wish, a wish that this nightmare would end. A soft smirk lays on her, losing herself on the glass. That’s why writes, years and years she wrote, paper stacks all around the large castle. These are her memories, they are, the papers. Write, write, wrote she did. Gothic aura she gives as she writes in her castle. Red roses, contrasts to green.