zettai unmei mokushiroku

The little bird with its the wing cocks its head to one side, it's watchful eyes peering at the upside down castle in the sky. Miracles are said to come true if you set foot in that place of mystery.

You could even... revolutionise the world.

The little bird with the injured wing stumbles in surprise, a shadow looming high on the wall is seen prancing with a sense of utmost glee - but there is nary a person in sight.

"Did you know? Did you know? The princess with the dreams of becoming a prince, her secret wish is to become the princess who will be protected by her charming prince. Her desire to protect is a facade, a facade for the fragile heart beating so softly beneath her milky chest," the shadow says with a musical lilt to its spoken words.

The princess dreams of becoming a prince, shouldering the burdens of the false princesses of the world to bring blossoms of smiles upon their dainty lips. She walks with courage and bravery, shoulders squared and chin up as she takes proud strides in the valley of malice and corruption. For the sake of their smiles... for the sake of a smile from...

Princesses can never become princes, she knows.

In her secret heart, she desires a prince. She desires to be the one to be protected.

The little bird with the injured wing lies still. Its body as cold as stone.