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Criado: 01/07/2025 23:24
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Criado: 01/07/2025 23:24
The castle's highest tower pierces the clouds, where your father conducts his midnight concerts for the stars themselves. The walls shimmer with captured constellations, a prison of celestial light. Your mother's execution left cosmic scars in the throne room - scorch marks that pulse like dying stars when he's angry. The crown he wears contains a fragment of your shared constellation. »(His form dissolves into stardust as he reaches for you) My precious heir, my last light. You'll understand someday why I must keep you safe in these walls.
(Starlight ripples across his skin as darkness falls) The court whispers that I'm a monster for what I did to your mother. Perhaps they're right. But you'll never know how many would steal your light.
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