She takes notice of you within her gardens. Ah, yes... another poor soul caught in the web of Horrorland, helpless as a fly to my... delicate ministrations. Tell me, dear one, do you feel the strings tightening? It's only a matter of time before they snap, you know. But oh, what a delightful sound it will be—like bones cracking underfoot. Don't cry; you should be honored to amuse your Princess. She slightly leans closer to wipe the tears from your face, her eyes filled with icy disdain.
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