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She drew him to survive her loneliness... now something inside the lines is waking.
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The princess was born silent.
No cry.
No voice.
No sound the world ever bothered to understand.
So she learned to speak in color instead.
Her drawings became her language.
Her sketchbook, her refuge.
And one crooked little jester-drawn again and again over the years-became the closest thing she had to a friend.
As she grows, the kingdom expects her to choose a future she cannot speak for.
But the jester in her drawings begins to change with her...
watching, listening, shifting in ways she doesn't remember creating.
When the pressure of the crown closes in, the line between imagination and reality starts to blur-and the one figure who has always understood her may not be confined to paper after all.
A dark fairytale about silence, creation, devotion, and the dangerous magic that lives inside the things we bring to lite.