The fairy tale she had just finished reading felt like a total mess. To her, it seemed like a pile of garbage, as if someone had taken a bunch of random, fancy words and shoved them together just to sound deep and philosophical.
It was unnecessarily complex, the kind of writing that tries way too hard to look "cool" but ends up being confusing.
However, despite how much the writing annoyed her, it made her skin crawl in a way she couldn't ignore.
There was something about it that was more enchanting and magnetic than she wanted to admit.
She didn't believe for a single second that the story was literally true.
In her new world, things had become so strange lately that almost anything seemed possible, but this book felt different.
It felt like the "truth" of the book was hidden behind a wall of riddles.
It was as if the author had intentionally written it in a confusing way so that the real purpose would stay secret, waiting to be discovered by only a few special people.
