Angela. T Faded ink covering the page, separating two different worlds. Under it, I live. I speak. Funny, my actions, my thought, my fate, all depend on this story. Eternal masterpiece, My fate is already written. Fight for the glory, strive for the power. But at last, what do I get? Fate without control, why worry? my fate is bright. I am the victor, I write history. Please, stop fooling myself. They treat me as a puppet, little do they know, the reality under the ink. Readers reading it for decades, I follow their will. Do it, for they like it. Do whatever they want give them what they want to read. My will? Who cares? Inevitable cycles, trapping me forever. Hiding under this faded ink, living glorious lives. Thousands of generations know my name. But my feelings? Who cares. | 