[ The world has turned small and white, and they are small and weak. They cower, now that she knows their names and wields her faith.
Only years later, the world has turned black as night, and she becomes small and weak. She surrenders, now that she accepts her name and loses all faith.
What would it have been like to never know any of that? Would it have left her happy, simple, or simple confused? She isn't to find out, because by the time Vanessa snaps out of her daze, the troublesome urchin has fled the scene of his criminal attempt, leaving behind his broken lantern without a moth in sight. ]
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Only years later, the world has turned black as night, and she becomes small and weak. She surrenders, now that she accepts her name and loses all faith.
What would it have been like to never know any of that? Would it have left her happy, simple, or simple confused? She isn't to find out, because by the time Vanessa snaps out of her daze, the troublesome urchin has fled the scene of his criminal attempt, leaving behind his broken lantern without a moth in sight. ]