✧Do you know the story?
—What story?
✧The story of the girl!
—What girl?
✧The story of the girl who drowned in her sadness.
—The story of the girl...?
✧Yes! The story of the night when sadness devoured her, when tears were her ocean and no one saw her again. Poor girl! But... there is something that few know.
—What they know?
✧Something that was never written in the pages of time. The girl... is fine.
—Is she fine?
✧Yes, she is fine, because the villain of the story took her.
—The villain of the story?
✧Exactly, the villain, that being who lived between the lines of the book she always read.
—Did he take her? Why?
✧To make her happy.
There was a silence, deep, like the echo of a lost memory, before the voice whispered again:
✧And do you want to know where he took her?
—Yes... Where?
✧No one knows. Some say he took her to a place where tears turn into stars. Others, that he locked her in his world, in a realm where stories never end.
—And you? Do you know the truth?
The voice laughs, as if it knows more than it should.
✧It doesn't matter what I know. But tell me... ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ? ?