‘Why was I chosen?’ Even though I know such a question is meaningless, the pain in my heart won’t fade, and the hands of the clock will still turn…
‘In this world, there are five immortal witches. Each was chosen by a different god, and ascended into a higher order of being. Those who believed in the gods were in awe of their power, and revered them.’
‘Spun from extreme pallidness is the story of a kind-hearted boy and a witch.’
Her discoloured days were stagnant, and she drowned in idleness. The blood-stained moonlit night shielded her eyes from her sullied innocent longings.
She had a sworn servant of unwavering loyalty, Ciruela. Her eternal devotion was so great, it defies all imagination.
‘Why was I chosen?’ Even though I know such a question is meaningless, the pain in my heart won’t fade. The only thing that still remains in me is magic.
One night long ago, when I was still human, We made a vow for the future… But the promise of our young love was not kept…
'When I was still human I loved a little. But, I am no longer…! You may use force. Keep him away from here.’
'As you wish.’
Even in her dark pleasure, her heart fell. It was madness to the point of foolishness. She was only playing the part of a ruthless witch. Ciruela wanted to be loved by her — by she, who was the being closest to eternal youth. She pushed aside all believers who approached her so that she could keep her to herself.
She lost herself in the delusion that being chosen one day had been inevitable. Her feelings were certain to fade away, even though they had once been so close…
Her appearance remained unchanged, but she was covered in new blood. 'I am no longer who I was back then!’
'You are leading my master astray. Now, disappear!’
'Why did you come all the way here?’ Your eyes are as bright as ever. You, pathetic as you are, exposed yourself to this danger, and you will find no pardon… …because the only one here is a ‘witch’.
'The young girl, full of love for the witch, took the matter into her own hands and twisted her order, aiming to take the boy’s life.’
'Jealousy… madness… bloodlust.’
'All the negative emotions in the air pursued death as the only ending. The series of voices, sounds and songs dissolved into the sky as though they were toying with them.’
'I can hear a sound. It is the sound of the world creaking…’