Mommy was always busy,
Daddy never came visit me.
A forest of melancholy,
The moon shines through the thee.

I was the child of the stars,
While Daddy protected everyone from harm.
Mommy gave everyone dreams,
While uncle gave out nightmares but he's nicer than seems.

They said I was a miracle,
But aside from happiness I felt like an icle.
It's just one of the things I inherited,
But here in the void it seems cold-hearted.

I'll make things to my heart's content,
Time passes by differently, much slower but not my consent.
And one time I met someone, dark and gliching,
Binding souls to keep the balnce, my curiousity is itching.

How do you feel?
Whispering as If someone's on my heels.
What do you mean, Dear child of the stars?
Happiness, it can leave scars.

Headcannon wherein Palette is limited to feeling happiness