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We threaten ourselves into happiness, weapons with diamonds and edges of gold pointed at our hearts. The threat speaks loud as we manipulate our minds to think that the tsunami ahead is a wave of love.
Ignorance is bliss, ignorance is bliss.
This world is alive, people merry in the streets outside and dancing to the songs of happy endings; ignorant but spinning in the stars. Life is happy there, love comes first there, people shine there.
What bullshit.
Gizela is not naive. A mind is not a fool to be played ── it is a system that has the role of puppet master, but people choose to weaken their minds by drinking, willingly, from the chalices that poison them silly.
Fools. The lot of them.
Gizela hears them laughing as she sits, quiet, in her carriage. The wheels tumble with gravel as the carriage travels up the path, welcoming her to the School for Good. The princess winces, fiddled hands failing to settle and the fabric of her gloves creasing with each second that goes by.
