Diana
Muzan watched me as I went through the art pieces with a blank gaze like there was something else on his mind.
I kept looking at them and trying to put myself in the mind of this painter. A lot of them were about nature and animals in their natural habitat.
It kind of reminded me about myself again, and how genuinely trapped I was.
I realized that this painter was just like me. He yearned to be free.
Yet, he was hated, just like Muzan said.
Again, just like me.
All I wanted was freedom. I was hated for yearning to have autonomy in my life…about my life.
And the both of us were cast out.
500 hundred years apart and the story was still the same.
I felt like I needed to fulfill these paintings.
Like I needed to be free.
“What are you thinking about?” Muzan asked me after a l
