The world that hurt me fades away like a dream I can't remember.
The broken muse warned me, and yet I reached the dream.
This land, forgotten even by god surely is paradise.
The angel and the demon became humans, leaving their wings behind.
The survivor paid back his debt to the world and was forgiven.
The beast found his prey, but instead they became friends.
The noble hero remained true, yet no one could see his joy.
The blazes of death changed into gentle nostalgic snow.
The broken muse was repaired, yet remained silent.
Then I noticed her dying heart reflected in my own.
I finally see the snow-covered world.
The angel falls into hell, and the demon fades away.
The survivor leaves, laughing and is forgotten.
The prey becomes the hunter, and is her enemy.
The noble hero still remains true, and is also her enemy.
The nostalgic snow melts into rain and creates a swamp.
The muse scorns me with pity as it is drowned in it.
She holds my hand and tells me she is in heaven.
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