“You were a soft, melodic dream who believed in the goodness of every soul in this world, until you came across someone who saw your innocence, wanted it for themselves, and so they taught you the most grotesque pain, wrecked your sky castles and made them ruined rain, crushed your dreams and your girlhood, took your gentle, full little heart, curb stomped it until it was nothing but shattered pieces falling apart. They tossed it in a cold grave, without a eulogy,nor ceremony, nor even a truthful little song. Walked away from all of this violence as if they did nothing wrong. But what they underestimated what they did not see was that your heart and you were not the kinds that would die so easily, or that you would return so strong a creature made of such survival a dragon girl now vengeance born.”
— Nikita Gill, How To Turn A Soft Girl Into A Dragon
