When different desires clash, one must always be given up for the other. In this case, she picks her stomach over her heart, and realises too late that just a little satisfaction would never be enough for her.

Like that, a child is born, beautiful as the sun and song makes her, with hair long enough to reach any ground. A child is born from two different longings to connect two different worlds, so even though her foster mother tries her best to isolate her, it doesn’t work.

The child is lost, a woman is found, and her love and everything but wickedness have lost. But her ability to connect worlds isn’t stored in her hair but in her song, and its remnants allow her to find her love again.


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