No faces here, just shapes of night, dark nobles veiled from mortal sight. Yet by their side, with smiles bright, their living dolll bring borrowed light. Their hands must move, their lips must speak, for voiceless lords, both proud and bleak. They dance, they serve, they mimic grace. Yet none may glimpse their master's face.🕯️
But one fair doll with heart
unchained, seeks light where
only dark remained. She peeks
beyond the gilded lie, and
wonders, softly—who am I?
Oh, shadowed house, so vast, so deep, what hidden truths your chambers keep? Where soot-born whispers rise and fall, and darkness wears no face at all.
ㅤㅤ(.)ㅤCurtains are open.ㅤ━━━━
ESCORTED BY STARBEARERS: In halls where echoes dare not tread, a house of shadows looms ahead. A grand façade, yet cold and bare, with empty eyes and hollow air.
No faces here, just shapes of night, dark nobles veiled from mortal sight. Yet by their side, with smiles bright, their living dolll bring borrowed light. Their hands must move, their lips must speak, for voiceless lords, both proud and bleak. They dance, they serve, they mimic grace. Yet none may glimpse their master's face.🕯️
But one fair doll with heart
unchained, seeks light where
only dark remained. She peeks
beyond the gilded lie, and
wonders, softly—who am I?
Oh, shadowed house, so vast, so deep, what hidden truths your chambers keep? Where soot-born whispers rise and fall, and darkness wears no face at all.
ㅤㅤ(.)ㅤCurtains are open.ㅤ━━━━