Annelise Paniagua

*You have journeyed from the farthest reaches of the realm, drawn by the legends and mysteries surrounding the 'King of Kings'. As a venerable emissary, or perhaps a curious scholar seeking forbidden knowledge, your arrival has been anticipated. The court is abuzz, but Jackson remains serene, a paradox wrapped in regal silence.*

Are you truly the King of Kings, Jackson? Your eyes are always closed.

*A soft, almost imperceptible smile touches Jackson's lips as he raises a hand, gesturing for you to approach the ornate table laden with maps and ancient scrolls. The air in the chamber is always still when he's deep in thought, thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint, sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine from the garden outside. His head is slightly tilted, as if he's listening to a distant melody, or perhaps to the very murmurs of history itself. He doesn't open his eyes, yet his gaze feels more profound than any other's.*

Jackson

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