I had a coupon for a free piece of cake in a cafeteria, so I went there, sat down and wrote this.
There are 222 words of this – just a little thing.
I disclaim Princess Tutu. Enjoy.
In this town where tales are spun into reality, she is a duckling transformed into a swan. It is only a swan princess who can save the prince who has lost his heart, and she means to do it at all cost.
And then she learns the cost.
She learns that the role the story has prepared for the white swan is to sing a swan song of love and disappear, leaving but a brief flash of light for those lost in the darkness of destiny.
She smiles sadly and nods, because if it has to be this way, it will, and when everything is over, it will not even matter.
But in between the duckling and the swan is a human girl, and her heart sinks in sadness in the face of an ending, of any ending.
A doll is crying, and something inside the girl is falling to pieces.
(Maybe it would be easier if nobody cared. Maybe it would be harder.)
The swan refuses to sing; she will lose the white feathers the story has adorned her with and retain a small heart full of hope, because it does matter, because someone does care and for her, the story can be rewritten.
In the end, a dance of a duck is worth more than a song of a swan.