Märchen is peaceful today, as always.

In my world, Fish fly through the sky, And they speak to me.

In Märchen, the strange is ordinary. You mustn’t question it.

This is the place where I live.

Rabbits knock on doors And bring me carrots,

Every morning, doves arrive To fluff my hair into soft waves.

I don’t find it strange. Because it’s Märchen.

I don’t find it strange. But I know that I don’t find it strange.

As always, I talk to the flying fish And with my head light as a balloon, I float high into the sky.

When I reach the rainbow, I sometimes greet the giant who eats clouds With a smile.

Today, too, is Märchen, a delightful story In a world where the extraordinary is ordinary. You mustn’t question it.

This is the place where I live.

Yes, because to you, I am Märchen. I’ll continue to stay in this world for you.

I know nothing. I pretend not to know. I continue to act like I don’t understand.

But I truly know.

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