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Ice
Sorami-san
What lies beneath those icy eyes?
How can you be so cold, when the cradle that holds you lies in the desert? How are you so pale, when the sun of scorn and hate burns you from birth?
You, demon of the desert, are colder than the farthest reaches of a frozen wasteland. What kept you from the warmth and light?
A terrible pain, a horrible truth.
A mother lost in the creation of a child.
An innocence lost in the sealing of a monster.
A weapon born.
