No dine. No Knox. No fair. In other words it is not mystery.
But it happens. All it happens. Let it happens.

Once again. No dine. In other words it is to starve.
Starve while demanding the fair, and die.

ωιт¢н ιη gσℓ∂, вєαтяι¢є.

Im Beatrice, the Golden Witch. Nice to meet you. Do not try to deny my existence. Believe me, I exist. I come from Rokkenjima, and am the Endless Witch. I have lived for over a thousend years. I died in an Earthquake, but got ressurected and made into a Witch. I have long golden hair tied up in a bun with a red rose in it. A long beautiful dress with the one winged bird sign on it. I appear in clouds of Golden Butterflies.