[Urgent Request] How to Take Care of an Abandoned Dragon?

[Tabernacle]

Dream.

Dream.

Dream, shaking the sea of consciousness.

That's a happy dream that only scraped off the hard part.

Dreams that helped poor lizards.

That lizard is the dragon, I love myself, I dream of nostalgia.

Thanks to that dragon, we can be friends with princesses who couldn't even get close, dreams.

Dream.

Dream.

For me, I dream of convenience.

Leave the inconvenient, sad, painful, painful, crying nightmare with the doll I created.

That's how I dream.

How long ago would it have been before you decided to dream?

In a fluffy dream.

Memories come to my senseless mind. [M]

It's a story until I make a doll out of it.

Memories of when I was dominated by black emotions.

I don't even want to remember, remember.

Outside the window, outside the cage, when I believed there was freedom in the sky and I didn't doubt it, memory.

Memories of a time when I was black smeared with everything but still believed in something.

I put a lid on that memory.

I don't want this.

Leave it with the doll.

Leave it in my, my own, doll (trash can).

I'm sure the doll will have nightmares.

But because that's the role.

Because it's necessary for me to be me.

This doll is me, but not me.

Because it's a doll I made to push the unpleasant part.

Doll, yes, it was supposed to be a doll.

And yet, why?

How could you?

One day on the border, the doll began to move with herself.

Think for yourself, move for yourself, and touch emotions I've never even experienced, and my heart has been brightly colored.

I got scared.

Something's wrong.

My, the scenario I drew just for me collapsed.

As it is, sneaking around, all the plans I've been secretly drawing could turn into papa.

I won't tolerate that.

That is unacceptable.

Because of this, I was supposed to be happy with God, my father, no one, not bothering me.

I wasn't the only one, a princess who would die in a cruel scenario drawn by God could have saved her, too.

Yet.

From where the doll had herself, it all went crazy.

What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do?

The answer came right away.

I gave myself to the doll, you just have to keep that weird one away.

No, shouldn't we just rebuild the doll again already?

I can do that now.

Because thanks to my father, thanks to God, I got this power.

God's power.

Even this, if any.

Think that far and I'll change my mind.

Because if you get on with it and use your powers, the struggle you've had will be a bubble of water.

I think again.

If you rebuild the doll, you might notice that weird one.

Though I wasn't noticed because I was too close to God.

God isn't the only one.

No father, no mother, no sister, no grandparents, no friends, no one noticed about my doll.

But that weird guy isn't.

It's heterogeneous, heterogeneous, and distorted.

So I'm sure they'll notice.

So, what do we do?

I think.

In the doll's dream, I think.

Think, think, think, and I got to the answer.