Wheeling Gull Isle YUÈLÒNG | 月龙

the dancer had finally found the three sisters that gave her freedom, the women that had been like a family to her when things got rough or the lessons got violent. it was hua that held her when she cried, she could still feel every punishment when she closed her eyes. she shook her head, no, not any more.

now she was here, a new joke, a fresh start. maybe her life could have a meaning, maybe she could break the mental collar that still keeps her from ever uttering individuality. only one way to find out. with a deep intake of breath she lifted her nose to the luminous moon and let out a song that was both melodic and forceful. she added her voice to theirs. this was their home, this was her home!