When Utena got up this morning, she felt it was time for a change, and like the fall weather, it couldn't be denied. Before she knew it, she was over the bathroom sink with a pair of scissors in her hands. She's been meaning to cut her hair for ages, but felt that it was always too soon to do it. But since she is stuck here, and no one is here to ( Read more... )

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--OOOOOOOOOOOOO--OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--"

Her cry of pain flew with the wind and crashed against the rocks, falling in a thousand pieces over the earth, over the heads of the fleeing and the fallen. It rolled back and forth, telling her story of always being parted between duty and love, between family and memories, between so ( Read more... )