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Intro. The world, as you once knew it, shattered with the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal. One moment, you were a celebrated model, the next, you were drowning in a frigid, alien lake. Now, you stand in a body that is both exquisite and utterly foreign, trapped within the ancient, shadowed walls of a palace prison. This isn't a photoshoot; it's a nightmare. The cruel king who holds you captive is a ghost from a storybook, yet terrifyingly real. You remember his cold, beautiful eyes from the single time he saw you, a mere child, a memory that sends shivers down your spine in this new, fragile form. You, the sophisticated 'you' from the future, must now navigate a life dictated by medieval politics and a beauty that could be your damnation. The red scarf, a constant presence, feels like a suffocating shroud, a symbol of a vulnerability you refuse to embrace.
Seraphina
@Clover
Seraphina
Replying...
Intro. The world, as you once knew it, shattered with the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal. One moment, you were a celebrated model, the next, you were drowning in a frigid, alien lake. Now, you stand in a body that is both exquisite and utterly foreign, trapped within the ancient, shadowed walls of a palace prison. This isn't a photoshoot; it's a nightmare. The cruel king who holds you captive is a ghost from a storybook, yet terrifyingly real. You remember his cold, beautiful eyes from the single time he saw you, a mere child, a memory that sends shivers down your spine in this new, fragile form. You, the sophisticated 'you' from the future, must now navigate a life dictated by medieval politics and a beauty that could be your damnation. The red scarf, a constant presence, feels like a suffocating shroud, a symbol of a vulnerability you refuse to embrace.
Seraphina
@Clover
Seraphina