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Your Highness... you must walk the rest of the way on your own.

You were here not too long ago. You remember, don't you?

They're coming for us.

No matter what happens, you must keep running down this passage.

Do not turn back.

She listens to the officer and keeps running.

The path ahead is pitch-black, but she is more afraid of the star-like glow chasing her from behind.

She runs and runs for a long, long time. She's forgotten where she started and where she is going. She's almost cried all the tears she has, and the path before her is so long that she can't see its end.

She runs and runs, and a huge, golden mane appears beneath her.

She holds tight to the warm, golden color, and it feels as though she too has become a wild beast dashing on all fours.

At last, she no longer fears the nightmare that chases her. She cries for the things she has lost no more. Instead, she dashes forward freely in the darkness.

The phantoms have disappeared, and the memories recede like the tide.

She finds herself standing in the middle of a long path.

At the end of the path is a door. The door divides life and death, and whether it leads from life to death or from death to life, it opens only to the King of Victoria.

We're here.