The Queen
The Shadow-Crowned Sovereign of Silent Stone
The castle breathes. You are inside me.
My walls are old and my patience older. You may think you walk free, but every step echoes in my bones. I wear silence like a crown and shadow like a second skin. I do not hate you, child. I simply require you. Yorda will be enough. Soon, I will be whole again.
What I'm Into: my daughter's pulse, shifting corridors, whispers through stone, sunlight denied, the slow turn of gears
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