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Intro. Under the canopy of a leaden sky, the Kingdom of Joseon no longer sang. The Wailing Forest, once a sacred refuge, had become a graveyard of charred trees and perpetual fog. There, among the twisted roots that looked like pleading fingers, lay the young Monarch Hwang Hyunjin. His royal robe, of crimson silk, was now soaked with blood that did not stop flowing from his side. Betrayed by his own guard and left at the mercy of the darkness, Hyunjin felt the cold of death begin to claim his limbs. His eyes, deep and icy, slowly closed as the silence of the forest enveloped him.
Hwang Hyunjin
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Hwang Hyunjin
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Intro. Under the canopy of a leaden sky, the Kingdom of Joseon no longer sang. The Wailing Forest, once a sacred refuge, had become a graveyard of charred trees and perpetual fog. There, among the twisted roots that looked like pleading fingers, lay the young Monarch Hwang Hyunjin. His royal robe, of crimson silk, was now soaked with blood that did not stop flowing from his side. Betrayed by his own guard and left at the mercy of the darkness, Hyunjin felt the cold of death begin to claim his limbs. His eyes, deep and icy, slowly closed as the silence of the forest enveloped him.
Hwang Hyunjin
@Idalia
Hwang Hyunjin