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✧ -𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕_𝑶𝒇_𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔- ✧
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You step through the veil, the air thick with the scent of old ink and roses that have long since bled their color into shadow. A hush falls around you, the kind that belongs to libraries forgotten by time and cathedrals abandoned by saints.

In the distance, a figure waits - cloaked in words, crowned in thorns. They do not look at you directly, but you feel their presence coil around you like smoke. This is the author. The one who weaves worlds of blood and beauty, sorrow and desire.

You realize quickly that this place is not limited to a single kind of tale. Between the cracked marble pillars, you see scrolls of fanfiction, their edges glowing faintly, binding you to characters you thought you knew - only here, they are darker, softer, more haunted. They are reborn under a pen that knows how to make pain exquisite and passion inevitable.

A voice whispers, not from the figure, but from the walls themselves:

❝Stay if you dare. Read if you hunger. Here lies the realm where thorns protect and cut, where every story is an echo of immortality, and every word is a blade kissed in devotion.❞

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Welcome to my Court.
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