The bright, colorless, white reality.
It was like a cage they locked in up after pulling him out of the real world. There was nothing left, no after-taste of what he called emotions, colors, life. Not even the prison made of gold could hold keep him there any longer, a flower came to save him.
His flower.
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Once lost, the fourth prince of Conessa has appeared again. Wealth, comfort, and authority could all belong to him if only he did not seek for something more.
“If you can get me out of here, I’ll give you what you crave for so much. Don’t waste such an opportunity, my dear rose.”