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⚜️ ﹔ The wind holds its breath before the scene unfolds. A card lies on a marble table, trembling beneath a shard of moonlight. Its golden edge catches the dark— as if aware of the story it’s about to begin. Beyond the window, the castle stands veiled in fog, towers fading into the night sky.


ㅤINSIDE, dust drifts through the air      🗡
ㅤlike fragments   of time,  brushing      🗡
ㅤpast walls that once  echoed with      🗡
ㅤvows and war.

ㅤㅤSomewhere   beyond    the    gates,
ㅤㅤà. stag   moves   through frost and
ㅤㅤsilence, crowned in light, watching
ㅤㅤthe world forget itself.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe    air    hums   with   something
ㅤㅤㅤㅤancient— neither curse nor miracle,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤonly the pulse of what remains.
ㅤ  A DOOR CREAKS. SHADOWS STIR. 🐦


‣ 𖡄  The card turns slowly, choosing its path. For a moment, the world stills; the castle holds its breath, the light bends across the floor, and fate lingers— waiting for the hand brave enough to touch it.


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