I'm a damsel in distress again.
I hate being a damsel, a princess.
I don't want to have my knight save me.
I've no idea how long I've been trapped here.
If I had to guess something,
I would have to say about two months.
Just being in this white room, in white clothes.
Only my illusions of darkness help me.
I can't give into darkness though.
Even if I really wanted to do so,
my heart of pure light will hold me back.
One of my illusions says hello, smiling.
Her face is deformed and quite ugly.
It didn't mind me though.
On her face, there is a sinister smile.
It didn't mind me though.
Another illusion played with her falling hair.
Even if it just kept falling off of her head,
it will just randomly appear again.
This is, or was, my reality now.
Wait, is it is or was? What...?
Who am I? An illusion?
One of the girls with me must be real.
I must just be one of their illusions.
Sora and Riku were never real.
Xehanort was never real.
The keyblade was never real.
I was never real.
Nothing I ever experienced was real.
Only my life in these white walls were real.
Reality...is there such a thing as reality?
No...everything is a sham!
Even Kingdom Hearts is a sham.
The thing everybody is fighting for is fake.
Everything is nothing but a mere illusion.
Nothing...but these walls that imprison me.
I hate being a damsel, a princess.
These walls must be the edges of the universe.
My illusions and I are the only things here.
We're the only things that ever existed.