Chapter Text
There was once a princess in a basement of a cabin, chained on the wrist to a dingy wall, all alone with her thoughts and the mocking whispers of the room she's in.
Time is irrelevant to her as she sat there with the unending silence, no company to reflect her gaze, no perspective to make her whole.
Then, a door creaked open, heavy steps echoing in the shadows of her cage, the darkness gained weight and shape, another presence to give her meaning. A monster beholds her in her fullness, strong and dainty, stern and soft, monstrous and helpless.
Possibilities thrum in her veins and wickedness and spite and aching and yearning settle on the surface of her waves, turbulent and twisting, a storm to devastate and destroy. Her image changes and she climbs and hovers on the steps leading her freedom, the path opening up to her as the monster turned trembling bird laid like a corpse beneath her feet.
Denial colors her existence and thus her soul is left barren and rotten, belief and perspective hollowing what could have been beautiful and thriving. Though adapting is of no consequence and she relishes in this new powerful form she's been bestowed. Perhaps the possibilities laid out in front of her could now be met as the screams of the cabin is drowned out by the nightmare she'd become. If she is as monstrous as they believe her to be then let all know of her nature so that they may regret ever locking her up in the first place.
And yet, her nature is denial, of fear and terror, of cowardice and fruitless endeavors. Possibilities are trimmed to oblivion, eternity devoured in the maw of her unrelenting pursuit. Chapters are torn off their pages, ink spilling and blotting out avenues of escape and rejection, shards of glass sanded down to dullness and useless fragments until the mirror they make up is distorted and ill-fitted, until all they could reflect is her and her sickly, grotesque heart.
Until all it could reflect is the loneliness she holds.
Until all it could reflect is the peak of all the paths she represents, of all the possibilities meeting their fruition, of the ultimatum of her existence.
The truth beckons beyond the veils of the feathery nothingness. The wise heart knows of the approaching conclusion and the taste of freedom begrudgingly given suffocates the very air that forms their cage.
The Moment of Clarity calls to take her hand for one final dance.