Carnaval de la Lumière

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-Henley Reeves

I don't know what to do with this thing. I'm told to write, but I don't know what to write. I don't even know what to think. It is all so confusing. this is the united states, but then it isn't. Its not my united states. There is not death city in the nevada dessert. There is no Lord Death. No Meister or Weapons. No Kishin Asura. I don't know how to deal with this and the strange people and the fact that I am suppose to share a tent with strange people that I do not know and they kind of scare me. That and they gave me trousers to wear, and I don't exactly like trousers all the time. dresses are much more comfortable, but trousers are nice every so often, but when i asked for a dress that looked so mean and I just don't think they want me to have a dress now. I guess it just doesn't really matter then, except I do not like this and i just really want to go back, but they say I can't, so I am not really happy, but then I do not really know what happy is too much, so that is alright. I guess? At least Ragnarok is talking now, though all he is doing is complaining and making threats and poking at me, but that is ok because he is talking now and that is all that i really wanted, so if I have to stay here for a while I guess it is kind of alright, because Ragnarok is talking again. And he makes the scary people seem not so scary anymore.

Oh, my name is Crona.