In very beautiful calligraphy (it's Persephone's handwriting) there is a poem.
Once, there was a maiden... ...who was the living embodiment of everything right in the world. While she lived, no real harm could come to anyone. Oh, wounds, disease, even death, sure. But she stood between the world and anything worse. "Except," she said, "I'm going to die." And no one listened. "I'm going to die tomorrow," she said. And no one heard. Into the silence, she said: "There's always an ending, after all."
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Hesitantly reaching forward, and opening the scroll.]
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Once, there was a maiden...
...who was the living embodiment of everything right in the world.
While she lived, no real harm could come to anyone. Oh, wounds, disease, even death, sure. But she stood between the world and anything worse.
"Except," she said, "I'm going to die." And no one listened.
"I'm going to die tomorrow," she said. And no one heard.
Into the silence, she said: "There's always an ending, after all."
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Except for not being everything right at all.
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