There are places the soul retreats when the world grows sharp and merciless. In her darkest days, the child-self within Ceratonia learned to fold herself small—believing invisibility could be a shield. But even in silence, the wolves came.

 

This song carries the echo of that wound: the phantom of innocence stripped too soon, the spirit left wandering like a ghost in the hollow house where love was meant to dwell. “Where innocence is lost, that’s where you’ll find me”—not as a victim, but as a ghostly flame that refuses to be extinguished.

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Here, the voice is both lament and defiance. A haunting reminder that even when shattered, the soul still sings.

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