ORIGINS: Look at the face that’s lying at the feet of the fifth character in the original series. One eye reminds us of a little mouse pleading for its life and the other of an elephant puffing its chest out.
I am afraid of being the only one left, when all the other mice successfully run away. There used to be dreams here, but one by one they fell prey to disappointment, and now it’s just us mice. Little, everyday things. Happiness. Sadness. Anger. But some have already fled, and I don’t want to be the one that has to grow up and accept whatever crumbs life throws me.
I will protect the place of my memories. Because I am proud of who I have become, and I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for every step that I took. Even the ones that hurt and left a trail of blood behind.
I am afraid of the butterflies that come to drink my sweat. Because that salt is the life that binds me to this earth.
I will protect all the butterflies that remember every soul they have guided to the realm of Death.
I am afraid of the light that wakes me up from my dreams.
I will protect the bright future, so that my child doesn’t get lost in unrealistic dreams.
I am afraid of losing my hair. Because my memories grew alongside my hair and I don’t want to forget.
I will protect all the dolls made out of memories, so that they don’t get rewritten.