An Achromic Kingdom

An Achromic Kingdom

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Historical
Far from The Caverns, past the mountains of snow, where the moon meets our land, there is a castle of ice. Its towers caress the clouds, its doors made of carefully carved silver always remain open to welcome the people, and at night, when the moonlight illuminates its walls, wishes can come true. The Great Serena resides there on her throne of ice and silver. She is the most beautiful person you'll ever see. Her beauty is so blinding they say the momemt you see her you'll remain awestruck for the rest of your life. She is the goddess that sustains our land and brought forth our existence, our mother. Some say that she will grant eternal life to those brave enough to defy nature to come to her. Those few brave ones will never feel pain or hunger ever again and time will never touch them.
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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