This world… is a stage.
A beautiful tale that never ends.
At least, that's what it feels like as I walk home from the station, replaying everything in my head.
You ask me why?
The answer is simple: because today's lesson reminded me of it again.
My professor said drama is essential to life.
"Not everything is solely defined by magic or miracles," she told us.
And maybe she's right.
Oh—are you curious?
Fine. Let me take a breath, the kind that finally wakes up after sleeping too long.
Let's start from here.
* * *
"O my beloved husband, remember my one request."
"If our child cries for me, plant this seed in the rice barn, strike it,and they shall never weep again."
So spoke the angelic princess before she turned her face away from the young man—a face full of betrayal.
And then, right before everyone's eyes, she left.
Truly flew away with her magic.
The end.
After the performance ended, I returned with the other club members to greet the audience.
