The <⛩️orizon> I was Born into
A certain girl’s memories
It is the great beyond of sins,
The memories of a girl.
What kind of questions will this episode ask of life?
I’ve never known my mother
“But I’m not lonely at all”, well, that’s a lie
I feared my own reflection in the mirror
As it seemed to accuse me of my sin
What kind of girl did my late mother wish for me to be?
I’m sorry...that I’ve grown to be such a pushover…
What is [happiness]?
What is [the meaning of life]?
My strait-laced father foregos alcohol
But there would be one night per year when he’d stay up late, drinking his heart out
It was hard for me to look at his shivering shoulders
As he gazed upon the <barren garden>...
Misfortune befell most of those who approached me
“I heard Take’s house had a fire last night…” “Geez, someone next to Sakuya again.”
I was deemed a girl that spread curses
“The curse of the witch’s shrine? That’s hilarious!” “Sure don’t want that happening to me!”
Nicknamed <Himiko, ancient queen that ruled over her nation with demonic arts>
The boys that stood up for me
“Stop it. It’s not her fault.” “Geez~ How nice of you!”
The teachers that were kind to anyone
“Himeko, Kise. Can you come and help me out a bit?” “Yes!” “Okay.” “That’s annoying as hell.”
The girls that schemed behind my back
“Sure hope she doesn’t find her shoes “missing” again…” “Alright, then come to the science lab.”
All of them equally led to my isolation
“Look at that, Miss Princess sure is good at getting white knights.” “Dude, I just wanna change seats!”
“What are these people playing at…?”
This miniature garden is a microcosm of the <⛩️orizon>[world] at large
A <system that revolves around> the strong oppressing the weak, trampling over them
Ah…
They extend their roots to compete for water…
They unfold their leaves to compete for light…
They reach out their hands and would even take life…
This darkness is the <⛩️orizon> I was born into