An Entertainer's Despair

[SleepyDemon]

♦ Within the leather bound diary stuffed away in her room, the latest passage reads as follows:♦

"If the world were a single color, what color would it be? Would it be super green like the bountiful forests of Moxtli or as blue as the limitless sky above? Would it be tan like the sandy beaches, crumbly and brown like the distant mountains?

I never realized just how beautiful the world is until my own had fallen apart.

I never realized that metal restraints are as heavy mentally as they are physically. To be bound, tortured, and shoved away into a cage far from the sun's warmth isn’t a fate that any proud beastkin deserves. The only people who visit are the people who laugh at you while you’re suffering and want to take even more from you. Ironically, they don’t realize that they’re the real animals. The ones who should be caged forever and ever. The ones who can’t speak without telling terrible, dirty lies.

I always knew that humans could be cruel, but I never knew just how much crueler someone who’s abandoned their humanity can be.

The humans imitate machines. The machines imitate humans. Achyon is a strange, illogical place full of hypocritical, dull people. Their world, in its many whites and grays, deserves to be stained red. I couldn’t count to ten on my fingers anymore, but seven is enough to guess how many years remain before those three will be gone for good anyway.

Seven’s a lucky number, isn’t it?

There’s seven days in a week, seven colors in a rainbow, and up to seven years left for them. I’m glad I could still count to seven.

I don’t want my world to become pitch black. I won’t let them steal all my color from me. The show’s not over yet.

Encore, encore.

But… why does it have to be so lonely and painful sometimes?

When it gets hard to smile, I’ll remember how happy I am to be with everyone. I’ll never forget it.

It’s a promise."