This piece captures a moment of unraveling;
where memory festers, and shadows begin to rot.
The Boy King sits alone,
crowned not in laurels
but in repressed grief,
haunted by a reflection
that no longer obeys him.
He says they love him.
He says she’ll return.
But even Pan’s lies to himself have cracks.
The truth seeps through
like rot beneath floorboards,
threatening to break him.
For one can never outrun their shadow.
This piece captures a moment of unraveling;
where memory festers, and shadows begin to rot.
The Boy King sits alone,
crowned not in laurels
but in repressed grief,
haunted by a reflection
that no longer obeys him.
He says they love him.
He says she’ll return.
But even Pan’s lies to himself have cracks.
The truth seeps through
like rot beneath floorboards,
threatening to break him.
For one can never outrun their shadow.
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