Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Strange things happen, as if reporters were climbing Koi Falls, pushing forward, as if water were avoiding them and making more progress with giving them the way, making further leaps, anticipating them, like ancient men devouring red apples, breaking down indignation, fighting heroically for the incarnation of darkness in a crumbling world and going to take the fruit of victory.

That could be the only thing she can do. We're just watching far away, like a mob character, somewhere screaming, no one remembers, some end-of-life presence. Mundane.