Your dreams imbued, I open like a flower

you sewed on my princess gown.

I am your creation realized.

I’m sorry I led you into this trap.

I’m sorry I created this beautiful alluring thing to behold…

how could you resist?

Together, apart.

I am resting here in the heart.

Until the next world I enter

allows me to forget this last.

I am the will that writes the future into existence.

What a fantasy. What a dream,

a concept drawn via bibliomancy.

She is, like we are

One light

One lifetime of ferocious birth