"I thought we had it all-the sunsets, the kisses, the nights that felt perfect."
"We 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 happy."
"Then one morning, I wake up, and all I want is for it to end... to jump, to stop the pain."
"To make everything go away."
"Then do it."
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The air feels heavy with anticipation as Taehyung walks through the palace corridors, his footsteps echoing softly on the cool stone floor. The faint scent of incense fills the space, mingling with the flicker of candlelight that dances along the walls. His mind races as he looks to Aisha, her lantern casting a warm, amber glow, leading him down a winding staircase he’s never seen before. The dim light flickers against the edges of the palace, creating shadows that seem to whisper secrets only the stone walls know.
“Aisha,” Taehyung asks, his voice smooth but filled with a hint of uncertainty, “I thought we were heading to the king’s chamber?”
Aisha’s eyes gleam with knowing, her lips curling into a small, mysterious smile. “Oh, right... he decided to have you in his sacred place instead. It’s where he locks himself away, a refuge of sorts. It’s cozy... and dim. You’ll love it,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper as they descend further into the depths of the palace.
As they walk, Taehyung’s eyes are drawn to the lamps lining the staircase. Each lantern is intricately designed, casting delicate patterns of light that ripple across the walls and floor. The golden hues remind him of distant sunsets, the soft light flickering like stars in a hidden night sky.
"The lamps are beautiful," Taehyung murmurs, his voice a breathy compliment as he glides down the steps, his gaze following the shimmering glow. The beauty of the lamps seems to echo the allure of the place, but also the mystery that surrounds it.
“We call them ‘The Lantern of Life,’” Aisha replies, her voice carrying a gentle reverence, as if these lights are more than just decoration—they are a symbol, a guide in the dark.
The descent continues, each step leading him deeper into the unknown. The stairwell feels endless, the atmosphere thick with an electric tension. His body, wrapped in red silk that hugs his frame, moves with the grace of a shadow. The veil drapes over his head and shoulders, soft and flowing, a delicate contrast against the boldness of his outfit.
His skin, exposed through the openings in the fabric, glows faintly under the flickering lights, a seamless blend of beauty and allure. Gold rings catch the light on his fingers, the weight of his jewelry grounding him as it dangles from his ears and wrists—each piece a glinting reminder of his status and the world he inhabits.
Finally, they reach a heavy, intricately carved door. Taehyung pauses as Aisha turns to him with a flicker of excitement in her eyes. “We’ve arrived. I’ll go in to let him know you’re here,” she says, her voice barely concealing her eagerness.
