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BALLAD OF FALLEN ANGELS
The music box is broken. Or is it?
It starts to play and a haunting tune fills the air.
I awake suddenly from my dream, there is no music box.
Yet there it is a tiny one nestled in my hand.
And I awake from my dream again, as if I were peeling away an onion.
Its a dream no matter how far I go. I can never reach reality, trapped in an endless nightmare.






