I am no princess, but I have a castle of my own. The foundations are made of a blasphemy called love, and these magical glass doors that lead to fascinating worlds are the sorcery of my words. I have painted the walls a deep hue of black and sparkling red because black reminds me that the world out there is full of demons, and red gives me hope. Now turn around the corner; do you see those crumbling tapestries? They are like my heart, breaking a thousand times over because those bastards are never satisfied. They want to see me break, turn to dust, and fade away into nothingness. But I always mend these statues like I mend myself with the elixir of life: words. Words are the elixir of life. They turn my scars into wings, and help me soar away from this torturous world where people are ready to rip me apart. Words can not heal my wounds, but they turn them into a symbol of power. Words have made me a survivor, they have made me as radiant as the sun.

As for this castle, I am going to live in it forever because it is the elixir of my life, made up of nothing but mere words that come right from my soul.