An accident in the container

“I was a princess of the black star kingdom.

The youngest daughter in the Royal family.

We were five siblings in total, and each one of us was a symbol to our kingdom by presenting the five triangles of a star for our kingdom, which was also named the Star Angles.

My first three brothers had their symbols: the first had courage, the second had honesty, and the third had superiority.

Before me was the sister who was holding the model of love, and I was a sacrifice.

We all stood in tall towers for our kingdom with our heads high.

We were saluted as defenders and the offenders of our land.

Our tips of triangles were holding the kingdom high on our crowns.

Our personality, our dignity, our powers, all were marked by our symbols. We were brave and a family with eternal happiness.

But just like the phrase goes, ‘everything living has an end,’ the same goes for us.