Welcome to my castle, built of stones and scars that don't fade. Welcome to my castle.
Carpets of red crimson like blood.
Welcome to my castle.
Come inside, but know that the deeper we go, the darker the rooms.
Throne room. Crown of thorns as I smile and bow.
I am a jester and the queen, a royal and a commoner.
They demand a show.
I dance and they laugh, so I bow.
Library.
Towering shelves of thoughts and dreams.
I lose myself in the labyrinth of books.
I read the pages of the future and keep the children's stories out of reach.
The spires.
From the spire windows, I see a wasteland.
And the sky that is blue.
Up here, I can see my dreams in the stars.
Children's laughter echo through the constellations,
but the higher I climb, the farther I fall into the cold.
Isolation is the price
and I am alone.
Dungeons.
It is cold down here.
Shadows reach every corner and swallow the sun's rays.
Childhood memories scream like forgotten prisoners.
The darkness whispers,
"they'll leave you too."
Loneliness lives down here.
Always there, patient and cold.
Do you see, dearest guest? I have let you into my castle. You have seen everything. All I am is a puppet queen. I hope you visit often and bring the sun and your laughter with you. Until then, know this castle. Know me and remember that even puppet queens can dream.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC
Welcome to my castle, built of stones and scars that don't fade. Welcome to my castle.
Carpets of red crimson like blood.
Welcome to my castle.
Come inside, but know that the deeper we go, the darker the rooms.
Throne room. Crown of thorns as I smile and bow.
I am a jester and the queen, a royal and a commoner.
They demand a show.
I dance and they laugh, so I bow.
Library.
Towering shelves of thoughts and dreams.
I lose myself in the labyrinth of books.
I read the pages of the future and keep the children's stories out of reach.
The spires.
From the spire windows, I see a wasteland.
And the sky that is blue.
Up here, I can see my dreams in the stars.
Children's laughter echo through the constellations,
but the higher I climb, the farther I fall into the cold.
Isolation is the price
and I am alone.
Dungeons.
It is cold down here.
Shadows reach every corner and swallow the sun's rays.
Childhood memories scream like forgotten prisoners.
The darkness whispers,
"they'll leave you too."
Loneliness lives down here.
Always there, patient and cold.
Do you see, dearest guest? I have let you into my castle. You have seen everything. All I am is a puppet queen. I hope you visit often and bring the sun and your laughter with you. Until then, know this castle. Know me and remember that even puppet queens can dream.
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