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     And on this side of the screen, I had tears in my
                   eyes                           .
                                         New flesh
                                              Chapter 3
                       I know who I am With my outfits, I
                   show who I can be           .                   ."  .
                                   ,
                     "
                                      ,
                       This phrase has become my mirror. No
                   A slogan, not a mask, a reflection                             .
                   I no longer seek strength in the                             .
                                    ,
                   external I feel it in change                                  .
                   In the right to be different In courage
                                                                   .
                   To try to dissolve To return
                                                         .
                       The chapter you are reading                ,          is not about the
                                      ,
                                                                                              .
                       throne     ,                                      ,                      .
                   Nor about a dungeon
                   She      about the body that became a stage
                                               .
                   About the soul that takes any form                               .           and
                                        ,
                   remains itself               .
                               ,
                       After the farewell at the castle, there was
                   silence Not the kind that hangs between words                                ,
                   but          .           ,                                                ,
                   but the kind that settles inside
                   I was left alone Almost Lucy
                       ,
                                                               .
                       didn't leave               .            .
                   She was not my slave and never will be.
                                               .
                                                                   .
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