Aug 13, 2020
In my time, there were three magical girls. They’ve upheld love, charity, and hope to all humanity. However, they’ve all fell from grace. The one who fought for love and justice fell into bloodlust when there were no villains to face her. The other was devoured by her own greed as she continued to fill her bottomless basket. The last cried in blackest despair when justice was no longer upheld. I shall pray for you, how dances the line of shadowy brilliance and shining melancholy
That is . . . An interesting tale I must admit. But I fail to see how any of that includes your prayers for myself.
