She was going crazy.
The pain, the anger, the tiredness were too much for her tired mind, leading her to see non-existent shadows and lights, making it difficult for her to distinguish reality from imagination.
She was freaking out.
Or was dying.
Isadore didn't knew which was worse but it didn't matter, just wanted it to stop.
She was exhausted.
Hadn't slept in almost a week, she couldn't eat, she couldn't calm the storm in her heart and wanted to run away and escape from the unreality that kept pursuing her relentlessly.
Making her see halos of emotions and feelings that screamed in her head without respite, consuming her reason.
She could no longer take it, could no longer bear the grueling blizzard that raged inside her like the freezing winter, that had frozen the kingdom into
