That's exactly what it was. With walls draped in tapestries of golden thread and platters of beautiful meals that were tasteless. Like a prized bird, for the eyes to see and the ears to hear but never for its embrace of life. Never for that singular sparkle or that breath of purity.

A ghost of a crown jewels and mystical *****. Like a shadow of what once was majestic and desired, shrouded by the chains that hold.