There was this monster who can tell stories and some people call her as the Monster Storyteller,
She was harsh and ego but when it comes to storytelling,she changed into a totally different person.
She wasn't a monster after all in fact she is like a delicate ballerina who dance gracefully on the pavements with words.

Why did she choose to be a monster when she is actually a beautiful ballerina?
All she ever had small and short fingers to type and her small mouth to tell them to others.
Her brain is filled with fantasies but then her dark side start to eat her mind slowly.
She couldn't write....she couldn't breathe....she couldn't speak.
All the darkness had sank into her heart.

The monster has awaken,
Her graceful legs turned into a satyr
Her beautiful blue eyes turned red
Her fair face turned dark
Her hands grew claws
Her golden hair turned black

Where is she? Where's the beautiful ballerina? Where is she? Only The Monster Storyteller knows where she is....