[Princess Isabel is in the Neuschwanstein castle doing theater with masks together with the jester].

ISABEL: Look at your reflection that never merges with that of others [...].

FOOL:

The man needs find himself before the divine light, even in hard times...

And are in these moments that even the ungodly begins to doubt of themselves, considering that the madness be the answer to those who looks for uncover certain mysteries.

There will be always the magic to those who knows how to use it on supernatural forces that nature invokes.

So, the man can to discredit in everything, can keep on the walk of obviously or meditate, each time more deeply to see beyond that your eyes can see.

But the magic will only have meaning if the sacrifice of man doesn’t be in vain. If it serve to enchant instead of to curse.

There are those who face the evils and, even sad, they are stronger and braves.

But also there are those who submerges on melancholy and prefers to became a legend.

FOOL: Who are you?

ISABEL: I am just one more of the castle's crystals. In this dark place, where my skin freezes, feel the tears of anguish running down your face, because your only end is simple, when the ropes are untied ... The void has not freed us from the pain that imprisons us .... Leave the soul fly and take a deep breath .... I will break the door of this cell, because here the fairies deserve to be free. My face detached from the funeral moment leaves my body full of tremors until the dance of the music of death comes ...

FOOL: You will wear a series of masks and ask yourself: "where to find the magic to get involved with the wheel of supernatural creatures?" Because the executioners play hide from their own shame ...

ISABEL: Is it possible to believe in your own image? Or is it too far away to be faced face-to-face like a star in the sky? It was in this prelude and under my skin, that I found a shadow of this real world where I no longer feel the dormant sleep that leaves my body fighting a little more for folk dances. I lived before this cloud, and I live the celestial: enough to bow to the innocence of a child who waits for me when I aspire for a new sky ...

FOOL: You needed a pure crystal and innocent butterfly wings, so as not to make them brittle by falling into the abyss of an agonizing horror ... It is better to sigh for a forest bewitched by all the flowers than to let yourself faint in the graves by which fungi fall asleep gray, being covered by fragile leaves in autumn ...

ISABEL: Shall we lay down on one of them and pretend to have ghostly bodies?

FOOL: Never! Never! I want the castles in ruins, to revolt myself in name of the silence of the mountains!

ISABEL: Let me be torn by the insanity of this damp room, because you lie to me! [...]. [Pause]. Oh, forgive me for the drama. I never used masks again... I want the rays of the sun and the rain to be free from all evils.

FOOL: The thoughts of misrepresenting reality do not match what I am.

ISABEL: I'm sorry ... I don't understand the reason for this pain inside me ...

FOOL: Look at yourself in your reflection... Get to know yourself more ... Here is a mirror, broken into pieces with ashes that even remove the glare from the eyes reflected on the surface ... We deserved to see peeled and burned walls [...]. Each place involves a mystery to rest in peace amid the smell of roses...

ISABEL: I think the terror of this disease has come upon me ... This damp, cold room, a room whose destroyed walls where the grooves in the floor are covered with mosses, as in an abandoned castle: this looks like my worst disease...

FOOL: Come on, cheer up! I want to hear your song ... Could you surround your body? The fairies need to free themselves from the chains for the flights of the imagination, to find inside their chest, a sublime wing, where the humble broken ones dance in a circle of magical creatures to find their lost names that reveal the Gothic Fairy Tale.

ISABEL: [Surrounds dancing]. With steps to plunge into the oceans of the lyrical corners, as a divine invocation, this is the spirit of nature!

QUEEN: [Stops staging]. You fools! Stop these useless distractions now! There are enemies spying on the kingdom out there! Soon there may be a war against the castle!

SCENE 2: ISABEL'S SADNESS

ISABEL: How can a creature be so mundane and turn to greed, vanity, pride? How can she consider art foolish? Useless? I am sad to see this, but I go on... The flowers wither one day, but other seeds are thrown in the fields...