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[Namine was curled up in one of the many living rooms with a blanket swaddling around her, settled comfortably in the biggest armchair in the room. A large, old looking book was sitting in her lap, and she was delicately turning it's pages, reading softly under her own breath.]

I wish to live my life under the sky. At times I shall laugh, at other times cry. For no life is more insincere than that lived as a masquerade.