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Folly stares into the mirror. The only thing reflected back at her is this monster she’s become.
She shatters it. No point in staring for too long anyway.
She’s try to pull that god forsaken mask off, but she knows better than that.
Folly sinks to the floor, she is alone in her very own Eternal Limbo.
No tears prick her eyes, no sobs weep out. This monstrous form of hers is incapable of such things.
…She really should get up and go have some fun soon, but for now she remains here. Unable to cry for her lost self.
Goodbye, Dreamer, you didn’t deserve that fate.