To you, sleeping in a glass coffin
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you was raised in a wealthy family. A so-called hothouse flower. Such a you has close attendants dedicated to the mansion.

A painter who captures you's growth. A butler who takes care of them. A writer who educates them. A doctor who manages their health. They have been treated with care and tenderness.
One day, the butler says,
"We've had a new villa built. Would you like to go out and see it?" and so you decides to go out.

Not knowing that it would become another birdcage.