The kingdom's darkest night felt like centuries ago. It was an unforgiving and almost unending darkness where we lost a great deal of the people we love.
I felt my heart being crushed every time I go back to that night. It's an instance when we almost lost all our hopes.
I told you from the start that this is not a Cinderella story, and that this is not a fairytale. Witches don't get to live fairytale lives, and yet the cruel winter always comes to an end.
Spring has finally come,
a season of love and rebirth. Cherry blossoms were carried by the wind, dancing in the air like butterfly wings.
