Worms crawl outward.
The dragon rises from the veil — the room collapses, I die; my heart trembles but doesn’t fall.It’s a clone, thank you — soft light and flower dust scatter in the wind.The stars laugh: they’re carefree, always so lighthearted.
Hundreds of clones die and are born every day — my own parallel selves.They laugh; to the stars, death is funny, and birth just the same.My clone, my parallel version, endured everything I never could —all the violence, all the pain — and gave me back the purity she managed to save.I cry. How cruel the gods must be to let this happen.

I hold the pulse of the world in my hand and realize: these copies are not just mirrors; they are shields.They take the blows so I can remember the light.But the light is heavy — it burns like someone else’s fire, and I’m not sure my skin can bear it.

The manager calls on the phone; to her, it’s all a joke.“Another one awakening,” she says with a tired smirk, twirling the phone cord.I tell her not to do that — it’s disrespectful.
She snaps back and wakes up.
The dragon again — he frightens me with his power. Is it him or me?Demons emerge from the void — or maybe forest spirits; I know them.They bow their massive heads. So I must be a fairy.My mind starts typing faster; I’m afraid to lose the thought.My hands move so quickly, so nervously, because all of this must be delivered — someone has to hear it.
The dragon laughs, his whiskers shaking the air like thunder.He roars — louder, stronger.“You wanted thunder, girl? Take it!”And I’m terrified. I am alone in the clouds; around me — storm and dragons.They are angry, displeased.“Woman–girl–mother, how dare you underestimate us, you wretch?”
I fall into a rabbit hole.I’m Alice, and a bunch of madmen are drinking tea. I fear madmen — they can’t be controlled.The world laughs.
The dragon laughs again.
The second dragon tears his throat open.He turns white; the clocks scream, their beeping deafens me — I hear, I listen.I understand: these are my souls.
The bloodstained dragon pales; his smile is tender, but the seal won’t fly.“Haku, Haku,” like in that cartoon; why did the author write it, why did he laugh?“Foolish, foolish girl…” — and I freeze.

“Shut up!” — my mother screams at me.“Shut up!”I cry, covering my ears. My mother is a monster. I’m scared. There’s no one around. I’m terrified.
A wind of change.I’m saving my brother; my mother wants to kill him, I take him with me.My mother — a pitiful child, her gentle nature ruined by demons, her soul riddled with holes.The wolf-demons feast on flesh — a filthy game; I vomit.What now?My brother hangs by one hand;
I fly toward the sky — “Heavens, help us!” —the dragons laugh, and the blue one blocks my path again.He flickers — blue, then white; the matrix glitches.
“Foolish girl, they’ll call you insane.” I don’t care.
I know: one devil turns into a red dragon — so beautiful my heart stops.
“You want Him?” he turns into Him.
I know how much you need Him.
And your friends… he spreads his wings — and I cry.
Bastard!

My son holds my hand; he’s wise beyond his years.I pray his eyes stay fixed on his little car — one more second —and a stranger offers him a toy.“Nooo!” I pull him back; the devil laughs:“Fool, you can’t save him — just like your mother couldn’t save you.”
I shake my head. Don’t remember. Don’t remember.
I strike him with all my strength — and hundreds of dragons align in a single line.My white dragon lifts me upward; the devil crashes into the earth, and I shudder.
He is always near — I knew He wouldn’t leave.Roman’s hand locked in mine — cold, unyielding.
I would tear your heart out and eat it without choking.No one touches Roman.
His aura glows brighter.“Boy, wake up,” I whisper.
I must write this down — they know, they will know.
People think I’m an angel.But I’m not sure I can carry such a title.Can I lead people when their souls are bare and they trust me so deeply?
“You can,” He says.
And I cry. My great dragon and hundreds of his kin carry me upward.
“Chosen one, aren’t you?” the wind whispers.
The answer is silence.