The girl with purple hair had been dreaming of this moment for years.

She'd been waiting for it since the day she was born, when her parents gave her a name that would have been considered strange by anyone who wasn't ready for it. It was a name that could only be spoken by those who knew what to expect from this girl, and what to expect from her future.

When she was young, she had no idea what lay ahead for her—or why everyone kept telling her they were so proud of "a child like you." But now at last she knew why: because they had seen the future, and they knew what would happen next.

The day had arrived at last: the day when the girl with purple hair would receive her prophecy and begin on the path toward becoming more than just a girl with purple hair.

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain was pounding against the windows, and lightning streaked across the sky. The girl with purple hair sat by herself in her room, reading by candlelight.

She heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's me," said a voice on the other side of the door. "Your friend."

The girl with purple hair put down her book, stood up from her chair, and walked over to the door to open it. When she opened it, she saw a girl standing there with purple hair like hers—only hers was black as night, while this girl's was bright pink with streaks of blue running through it like waterfalls of color cascading down her back.

"What do you want?" asked the girl with purple hair. "Why are you here? You should be at home where it's safe."

"I've been told that there are monsters roaming around outside," said the girl with purple hair who wasn't really here but only existed in some kind of spiritual realm that wasn't quite real yet not quite fake either because how could something not real be fake? It made no sense but then again neither did anything else so

The girl with purple hair had been there for as long as anyone could remember. She was the one who had started it all, really. It was her fault that they all had these strange powers, and she was the reason why they now lived in a world where things were not what they seemed.

She walked down the street, looking at the people around her. They seemed to be so normal, but they weren't. Not really. They were all hiding something—something that only she knew about them, because she knew everything about everyone.

She wondered what it would be like if none of them were hiding anything from each other anymore? What if they all just came clean about their true selves? Would that change anything? Would it make life better? Or would it just make things more complicated for everyone involved? Maybe that was why she kept herself apart from everyone else: because she wanted to keep things simple for both of us by keeping her own secrets hidden away from view so that no one else could see them either—and then maybe no one would ever be able to hurt me again either…

The girl with purple hair was sitting alone in a small room, with only one table and a single chair. She was wearing a white dress with black stripes, and her eyes were red. 

An old woman came into the room carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. The girl looked up at her and smiled. "Hello," she said. "It's nice to see you."

"Hello," replied the old woman. She sat down at the table and poured herself a cup of tea from the pot on it. "Are you ready for your lesson today?" she asked.

"Yes," said the girl with purple hair, nodding eagerly. "I really need to learn how to make myself invisible!"

The old woman frowned slightly at this but didn't say anything about it—instead, she handed over a biscuit and picked up her own cup of tea again before continuing: "Alright then, let's begin."

In the Kingdom of the Purple-Haired Girl, there lived a young girl with purple hair.

She was an outcast and a recluse, and she had never spoken to anyone other than her parents.

She lived in a small house on the edge of town, and she spent all day every day alone, in her bedroom with her purple hair.

One day, when she was sitting alone in her room holding up a mirror to see if it was possible for her to be more beautiful or more unique than she already was, she saw something strange appear out of nowhere. It looked like another girl with purple hair, but this one had white skin and blue eyes. The girl said "Hello."

The young woman with purple hair did not answer at first because she was too surprised by the appearance of this new person who could speak English fluently without any accent whatsoever (she knew all languages). But then she said "Hello" back to them.

The white-skinned stranger smiled at her and said: "I am here because I have been sent by your father." They both knew that they meant the same thing: their father was God Almighty Himself!

The two women began chatting together until they got bored talking about themselves so they decided to play games...