A new voice on the radio.

[Stellar Synesthesia]

Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home;
your house is on fire and your children are gone.
All except one, and that's little Ann,
for she crept under the frying pan.

But little Ann got cooked, so she's dead. Hahaha~...
Sorry, Ladybird. I'm sure you can still eat her, though.

Ladybird, ladybird, where did you go
that you'd leave your children there all alone
with a fire in the living room out of control
and not a drop of water for miles around?

...I miss my Little Lottie...Could you give her back to me?

[Stellar Synesthesia]

Oh beautiful people, I still don't know
why you gave your group such an ugly name.
Whose happiness do you slaughter, anyway?

Isn't it your own? After all, the price you pay to fight for battle is ignorance, and the peace that ignorance will bring.
You can't unsee the tragedy or forget the pain you've suffered unless you join the other side, but you can't bear to because the other side is your enemy.

It's funny, really. You know you can live peacefully if you only cross the line, but you choose to live in this Hellish world away from any chance of peace. Killing happiness because of..what? A dream? A wish for the world to be as it was?

I hope it's worth it, this dream. I hope it's worth fighting a way you know you cannot win, the lives that will eventually be forgotten. I hope you aren't just rushing headlong into battle on a grand suicide mission just because you want to feel brave for a moment.

Hah...Why does it even matter? We live, we die, we fight, we lose, we dream and then we wake. And once we're dead, all we are is a blink in the eyes of the world. A memory of a memory of a dream. And once that fades, we're truly dead.

What then? In the end, what will fighting have accomplished? Or is the satisfaction found in dying for a hopeless cause?

Heh..Why am I even asking? I still don't know why I'm here. I just got lost on the road to somewhere and found myself on someone else's side, too confused to fight, too scared to surrender.

This little light of mine, how long can I make it shine?

[Stellar Synesthesia]

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

I imagine the Jabberwock was actually quite friendly, and whatever bander was snatching children frumiously resented being shunned by everyone. Of course, no one knows because they were too busy running from the Jubjub bird and swinging their vorpal swords about their heads and screaming across the borogroves, but the point still stands.

What point was I even making, my goodness? Hahaha~.

The mome raths are more opt to catch you than the jabberwok, and the slithy toves will eat your toes if you don't bite them back.

Watch your eyes and shield your lies; they're more fragile than you think.
Watch the water in the sky; too much and your feet might sink.

Ah, I love this stupid, stinking pile of rocks that is our world~~~.

~~Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!
Din, dan, don. Din, dan, don.~~

Watch your head, my lovelies.