Once music had a princess. She sang louder each day for her beloved moon to listen to her and the stars intone her song. Owner of her voice and of an army of muses. The dream was broken and the envious serpents banished the princess born from music, making her wake up in a world of tall towers and black smoke. The world without crystal bubbles and the banished princess walked like just a mortal lost, forgotten... Lost in the void. Once music had a voice. A voice that out of the dream fell in the abyss and, in the deep inmensity of space, a hand raised her up. Two souls walked with a common purpose and she was alone never more. The world, without crystal bubbles... The shadow of her greatness come to life. My love? I will walk with you. My voice? Will return to you. Sadness? Ill move it away from you. My throne? You will get to it again. Muses? They will come to you. The path? We will walk across it together. The world, without crystal bubbles... No one knew she was a princess hated with cruelty, envied by serpents. She was attacked by those who didnt accept her greatness. Go on! You are a princess!
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