Smiles Can't Be Stitched Completely

Rętpæhç ?.¿?: Rętńūœčńę Šūœìrętßÿm

   Hi. My name is Aislings. It's like Ashlings, but without an H. I have the colours of mists that is white, light blue and light purple, and my cloak waves the galaxy and those unknown. In other words, my cloak's design can move on their own and has the designs of mists.

   I live in the mind of The Orphanage, where I will tell you no past of mine, but my story about The Prideful Queen and the Broken Commoner:

There was a princess full of confusions.
No man can see her deep illusions.
She wanted to be praised, held like a statue.
Only to be haunted by her own flames.
He came what is for due.
He called himself Fran.
He is as hollow as an empty can.
The princess' commoners decided to cease her reign.
To restart her life for a better gain.
They were wrong.
But all of her memories were gone.
Still.
She is continuing her chaos to another one.
A boy whose name goes by opposition's melody bin
He who praises her still revives her sin.
Until he knew.
That's how they blew.
He broke.
His eyes woke.
Like glass, shattered.
Like dough, battered.
He stopped looking for her heart.
She started looking for him in the dark.
Her eyes aren't open for what they had not seen.
So she will make all bow down to the queen.

•Maniac Note•
The mystic character and the poetic-sounding story belonged and was all by Smile!