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Once upon a time, love reigned over a city bathed in light, but all things sweet must curdle when whispered to by the wrong voice. A flick of a claw, a carefully placed doubt, and suddenly adoration turns to apathy, kindness twists into cruelty. It is not brute force that topples empires—it is the slow unraveling of trust, the invisible strings pulled from the shadows, turning heartstrings into puppet cords. The grandest tragedies are not written in fire and blood, but in silence, in the moment a friend becomes a stranger and a home becomes a cage.
For some, power is a throne to be taken, a prize to be won. But true power is not seized—it is given, unknowingly, fearfully, desperately. A whispered promise, a smirking lullaby, a game played for no reason other than the delight of watching others squirm. To break something is one thing, but to make it break itself? That is the purest form of art. The city will tear itself apart, the little lights will flicker out one by one, and when the dust settles, there will be no hero left to blame.
Time is an illusion here, spiraling endlessly in a clock with no hands. The past, the present, the future—it all bends, twists, dances like a marionette strung up on invisible wires. One wrong step and the years slip away, leaving only regret and laughter echoing in the empty spaces. What was once golden and untouchable becomes fragile, breakable, nothing more than a joke told one too many times. And isn’t that the funniest thing of all? That no matter how strong, how righteous, how loved they were… in the end, they were always going to lose?
Hush now. The performance isn’t over yet.
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