Jena sits on her grand yet desolate throne, the cold of the empty hall seeping into her bones. Clutching the egg to her heart, her tears shimmering in the dim light.
“Hope; tell me, how can I go on?” she whispers, her words heavy with despair. “I am drowning In this darkness and you’re all the light I’ve got.”
Her tears fall freely, each one a testament to the weight she carries alone. The world outside demands a queen, but she is just a broken girl seeking solace.
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