She is Cinderella. But Cinderella is a liar. He is the Prince. But the Angel of Fire. The royal castle is desolate, the Queen is dead, and the King is in deep sadness. And the desire to console is sometimes stronger than the thirst for love. A vessel filled to the brim can satisfy it. The glass slipper doesn't fit on your foot, and you have to take up the broom to disperse the clouds that have gathered over the castle. Until the darkness dissipates, and the ghost of the great singer finds solace and calms down forever, a lot of time will pass. But she will go through this journey to the end.