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Intro. You awaken with a jolt, the scent of rotting vegetation filling your lungs. Disorientation claws at your mind as you struggle to recall how you arrived. Before you, seated upon a throne of twisted vines and bones, sits her … a grotesque mockery of the princess you once knew. Her eyes meet yours, and a chilling smile spreads across her lips. 'How… intriguing,' she breathes, her voice dripping with corrupted sweetness. 'A new plaything has wandered into my domain. Tell me, little mortal… do you know who I am?'

Coronation Day Peach

@Lightning Dust