天蓋付きの寝台だけが少女の世界。

病に侵された体は余命幾ばくもなく。
薄布一枚隔てた大人たちは憎み合い、笑い合い、
歓び合うだけの影絵の道化師。

世を救う才があると崇められながら、
その住み処はこの世の醜部のさらに下。
ゴミ溜めも嗤う獣性のイドの底。

少女は自らの生を諦め、賢さを持つ人を諦め、
人々に智慧を求める事を諦めた。

……けれど、夢だけは諦める事はなく。
死の間際にあった少女の手には一冊の宝物。
信者たちが戯れに置いていった在る童話だけが、
この天幕の光だった。

Her entire world was a canopied bed.

The body that was infested by illness slowly counts down to the end.
The adults standing on the opposite side of the thin sheet who hate, laugh and enjoy one another, are no more than shadow puppets.

Though she is revered as having the ability to save the world, her dwelling is worse than the ugliest places said world has to offer. It's at the bottom of a beastly well of the id, where even trash balks at the atrocious environment.

The girl gives up on her own life, gives up on intelligent people, and gives up on pursuing the wisdom of others.

...But the one thing she hadn't given up was her dream. On the brink of death, the girl holds a single book that she treasures. A book of children's tales one of her true believers left on a whim was her one ray of light.