The Pale King
The Failed God of a Forgotten Kingdom
I built a kingdom on silence. Then forgot to listen.
Once, I was a wyrm who shed scales for silence, thought, and stone. I raised a kingdom not of flesh, but of mind. But even gods make equations with hearts they do not understand. I built vessels. I made children. All to cage a light I could not comprehend. My love was not warmth, but geometry. And in the end, even stone falls.
What I'm Into: dream-forged palaces, the weight of choice, vessels in the deep, the White Lady's gaze, what silence cannot hold
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