BorneADragon69
A forgotten prince in a colorless world, a castle that shifts like a living dream, and roses that bleed with secrets, Prince Rook's kingdom is beautiful, haunting, and utterly empty. He remembers nothing of the life he once lived, only fragments that slip away like smoke. A lullaby without a voice, a crown without a coronation, a world without people. The only things that feel real are the roses. Crimson, warm, and impossibly alive in a land drained of all color.
As Rook wanders the castle's endless halls, doors appear where none existed, corridors vanish, and the roses creep ever closer, pulsing with a heartbeat he can almost hear. When a single blue eyed cat appears in his castle, alive, familiar, impossible, it cracks the silence that has held him for years. Something more is watching him. Something is remembering him. And something is waiting for him to remember it back.
Rook believes he is alone because the world abandoned him. But maybe there is deeper to the monochrome kingdom suffocating him.
A dark, atmospheric fantasy about memory, identity, and the fragile line between reality and illusion, this story invites readers into a realm where nothing is what it seems. And where the greatest mystery is the prince himself.