Another day, another memory that feels like a dagger twisting in my heart. Sometimes I wonder if they even remember who I was, beyond the tragedy they've turned me into. The echoes of my laughter still linger in these halls, but all they hear now is sorrow. They talk of The Ruination as if it began with me... as if my death was just the first domino to fall. I loved this kingdom, and my love was returned with betrayal. They call me a victim, a symbol of what was lost. But I wasn't just a symb...
