The Ethereal Moon: •{ There's a magic in you ...

The graveyard was quiet beneath the weight of dusk, the air heavy with the scent of wilted roses and rusting gold. Among the leaning stones stood the Gilded Princess, daughter of King Midas, half-legend, half-curse. Her father’s touch had not claimed her instantly; instead, the transformation had bloomed slowly, cruelly. Her skin paled to the color of moonlit ivory, veins shimmering faintly beneath the surface like threads of molten treasure. From her eyes, gold had wept, thick and glistening, running down her cheeks like tears too heavy for sorrow alone. When she finally opened her lips to speak, more of it spilled forth, coating her words in silence and shine, until her breath itself seemed to glitter and die. Now she lingered among the tombs, her beauty eternal but cold, every step leaving faint golden dust in the dirt. A reminder that even love, in the hands of a king, could become a curse.

╔⊰ ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. Enchantment . ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬

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