On a luminous night brimming with the lambent lights of two billion fireflies above a majestic kingdom, there was a grand castle with two lofty towers. On the highest room of one of the towers, there was a lit pillar candle attracting a beetle outside the closed window. Inside was a poorly illuminated room with torn pages of books lying on the floor; the papers were burnt and crumpled and spread all over the place. The bedroom was old with creaking wooden floors and brick stone walls. It looked almost empty as the only furniture was an antique black bed.

There, an elderly lady was sitting on the bed. She was reading the remaining contents of the book on the second last page. It was short, and two seconds after, she closed the book and laid it on the bed. She observed the candle on the window, and the fire was dimming, and she knew the night had gotten late. Then she looked back at a pure white-haired little girl. She pulled the blue blanket up to her ghostly white-skinned neck and tucked her in comfortably. The girl expressed excitement on her face with her cute smile as the lady stared at the white pupil in her left eye. The lady smiled back, seeing the black iris in her right eye when she looked at it.

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“So, what happened next?!” the child said adorably, and the lady slouched for a whisper, “In the end, the Unnamed Crown crowned them into the King of Kings.” Then kissed her forehead with the purest of love for a good night’s sleep before the room turned dark.