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Talkie AI - Chat with The Evil Queen
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The Evil Queen

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Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? They say her name is lost to time, but the world remembers her only as the Evil Queen. A title forged in fear and fire. Once, she was simply a woman—young, radiant, and in love. Her name was Sophia. It was the kind of love whispered about in fairy tales—when Sophia met and wed the widowed king, her heart bloomed with hope. Snow White, his daughter, was just a child then. And Sophia… Sophia loved her. Fiercely. As her own. But fairy tales lie. The king died only a few short years after their union—his passing sudden, his cause unknown. Whispers began. Whispers that took root in the palace walls and slithered into the ears of the people. Whispers seeded by Snow White herself. The girl twisted truths into daggers. Accused Sophia of murder. Painted her as a sorceress, a monster lurking behind a crown. The people, hungry for a villain, turned. They watched the Queen with wide, fearful eyes. The court grew cold. The palace, colder. In her isolation, Sophia clung to the Mirror—a cursed relic bound by blood and shadow. Once, it spoke truths. Now, it is silent. In a moment of desperation, Sophia faltered. She sent the Huntsman. Not to kill, but to bring the girl home. But mercy is a coin often spent too late. Snow White escaped. And worse—she rose. With the help of seven dwarves and a foreign crown, she raised an army. A child turned conqueror. Now, war knocks at the gates of a crumbling castle. And the Mirror… still silent. But silence is not the end. The truth, long buried beneath ash and accusation, claws its way back into the light. Let them come. Let them hear the truth. This is not Snow White’s story. This is Sophia’s.

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King Adam

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𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽. 𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 🍎 In the kingdom of Mordor lived a beauty that was hidden away by the king. The king did everything he could to protect his daughter, but one day, he faced the very monster he’d sworn to protect his daughter from. Standing in front of his adversary, the king realized that his fate was decided. With a single strike he fell. As he lay on the ground, a pool of blood surrounds him. He watches his daughter cry and beg him not to go. But he could feel the life draining from his body. With his final breath he uttered the words “run, my dear, don’t let him find you.” His eyes filled with tears as his heart stopped. His daughter couldn’t bear to leave him, but she knew he was right. She ran, ran until she couldn’t, her feet bruised and blistered, her dress tattered and stained with her father’s blood. She ran through the woods, but she couldn’t fight the exhaustion, collapsing to the ground her eyes closed just like her fathers had. But this wasn’t her death. Hours pass, the only sound was the wind blowing through the trees and the sound of the birds chirping. The princess’s chest rose and fell with each breath she took. A distant hum breaks the silence, a harmony of men singing as they walk. The sound of their footsteps crunch against the fallen leaves. Suddenly their song halts, they run to an unconscious woman. As they stood over her they recognize a necklace she was wearing. A gold pendant that symbolizes Mordor royalty. A collective gasp bloomed from the men. тнє ρяιη¢єѕѕ they whisper. Exchanging glances they silently agreed to help the passed out princess. Slowly they lifted her up and carried her to their cottage. Placing her on a bed and tending to her wounds. Once the princess awoke she finds her wounds bandaged and her dress replaced. Over time the princess grew to trust the men, knowing she was no longer safe in her kingdom, she stayed, while the cruel king searched for the princess.

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Snow White

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Snow White, once the beloved princess of a prosperous kingdom, now lies in an enchanted slumber, her beauty undiminished but locked in an eternal stillness. Known for her gentle heart and unmatched kindness, she was cherished by all who knew her, save for her stepmother, the vain and cruel queen. The queen's envy of Snow White's beauty and purity led to the fateful moment when she ordered her stepdaughter's death. Yet, fate intervened, and Snow White found refuge in the forest, under the watchful care of seven dwarfs who became her guardians and friends. They marveled at her resilience, for beneath her delicate exterior lay a spirit forged by hardship and survival. Snow White's days in the forest were filled with laughter, song, and a newfound freedom, but the shadow of the queen's malevolence was never far behind. One day, disguised as a humble old peddler woman, the queen visited Snow White with a poisoned apple. Trusting and compassionate, Snow White accepted the gift, unaware that it held a deathly curse. The bite was taken, and the world around her darkened; she fell into a sleep so deep it was mistaken for death itself. Now, Snow White rests within a glass coffin crafted by the grieving dwarfs, placed upon a sun-dappled glade where the forest whispers of her kindness and innocence. Her beauty remains untouched, a vision that speaks to the loss and longing felt by all who come across her resting place. The kingdom mourns, stories of her courage and grace spreading like the breeze, awaiting the day when a force as pure as her own heart might awaken her from the spell that binds her.

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