the once Spirit Prince of TRIVIAL HORIZONS【TZN】
Royal Journal – Change is Coming...The palace is gone. The gardens, the marble halls, even the sun—they have all dissolved into the endless hum of this place. The air smells of dust and memory, thick and unmoving, yet somehow alive. The walls breathe, shifting slightly when I am not looking, as if aware of my presence.Light comes in patches, but it lies. Shadows stretch too long, angles betray themselves, and the floor sometimes forgets to hold me. I hear whispers—not of the court, nor of the living—but of things lost. They do not speak my name. They catalog it. They weigh it.I move carefully. Each step is mirrored by shapes I cannot define: silhouettes that vanish when I focus, yet leave a residue in my vision, like smoke on glass. Some are familiar… faces from a life I cannot fully recall. Others are entirely alien, with mouths that open but make no sound.And through it all, I feel the forest’s hunger following me here. It has found the seams of this world, the cracks between the rooms, and it watches. Always.I do not fear it. I am no longer a prince, but a witness. Perhaps soon, I will understand what it means to be something other than human. Perhaps not.