ACT 2
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Recollection
Ella Side
“I’m glad to hear that. Oh, by the way—can I take a closer look at that button you’re wearing? Is that okay?”
As I said that and reached out to touch the button Lumina was wearing, a light burst from it toward me—and at the same time, something rushed into my mind at an overwhelming speed.
“Why are you being treated kindly when you’re just a slave?! It makes me sick!”
Scary. This is terrifying. What is this?
I’m dancing. I’m so happy.
Then a river appears. And those roses… what are they? Shoes?
A bird takes them and flies into the sky, and I’m crying.
“Become my queen.”
Is that… a king? Am I being asked to marry him?
??? “If you cast that woman into misery, you’ll surely find happiness… heh.”
What is this now?
Fragments of a shattered mirror.
And in those broken pieces, I see myself—my eyes stained a deep, hateful red.
That face is hideous… terrifying.
A swirling darkness of hatred consuming me.
??? “Ahahahahaha!! You’re no longer needed!! Ahahaha!!”
Despair… loneliness… sorrow…
“That woman… that woman!!”
What is this? Is this… me?
I don’t know this version of myself…
The “good girl” my mother taught me to be would never do such things.
White… those are doves. And that—what is it? A sprout? A branch?
A branch just like the hazel twig my father gave me.
And wooden shoes.
“Would you become my princess?”
Now… a prince is proposing to me…
??? “Cinderella!! What about your chores? Hurry up and finish them!”
“Yes… Mother… I’ll do them right away…”
(I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.)
What’s happening now?
Cinderella… is that me?
But it looks like me, and yet it isn’t me.
Is that my mother…? No, it’s not.
And I feel like there are two of me inside.
What is this overwhelming emotion?
It hurts… it’s unbearable… stop… I hate this…
(Help me… someone…)
Another scene.
Is that a witch? No… it feels more like a magician.
A pumpkin carriage, mice as horses, and lizards as attendants.
And glass slippers.
Gong… gong…
The sound of a bell?
A prince? And… is that me?! A wedding?
“I vow my love to Ella.”
Again… I’m getting married.
But that shouldn’t be possible…
That button… it’s the same as the one Lumina was wearing…
Lumina? No… that’s a man.
Who is he?
The one who has always stayed by my side ever since the midnight bell rang…
…who is he?
Hortus Arcanus planēta 
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