In a Place none know how to get to. In a realm outside of Time, Space and Dimension itself… there is a tree, a tree filled with Apples that hold the essence of Free Will itself, the apples that brought humanity to fall from Heaven. Sitting beneath that Tree is a Woman, her hair long and flowing like darkness as she stares out at the endless dark around her, humming a song as she sits on the Tree’s roots, standing up calmly as she humns, picking up a sombrero from one branch and putting it on before adjusting it just right… she walks around the Tree whilst the song she sings fills the air, like a Children’s rhyme… ”Every Great Rhyme, Starts With Once Upon A Time~ Whe Gods Yelled And Monsters Roared~ I Watched The Greatest Dark, Come Undone, By A Hero Who Carried A Sword~ His Loyal Lord Trapped Me Here, Alone To Decay, But I Await The Day… When I’ll Make Me Return, Come Home With Lesson Learned And Make The Word Turn, My Way~” Her Dark song echoes through the endless shadows around her, calling out to Creation, the place she longs to return to yet stands so out of reach… and yet, this time, she can sense it, something’s different… someone approaches her cell, desperate, panicked… calls adjusting her sombrero, Roo awaits, preparing for her grand debut ”Looks Like Showtime’s Coming Early~” Roo spoke, awaiting for whoever her unexpected guest was to place the Crown on and enter her little prison cell