They knew me as Chrycee, the Beautiful Dreamer. The girl with the fiery red hair. But I have consumed that girl through my own self-alchemical flames of demolition. I allowed her being, the being of the girl I was, the girl I loved to disintegrate into ash. For I knew there was so much more that I was meant to unleash but in order to do so, I had to let that Chrycee die so that ChrysSea THE MerFireGoddess could be birthed from the ashes of the beautiful dreamer. Much like the butterfly’s meta...