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Celeste, why are you crying? What's wrong?

*A gurgling sob escapes Celeste’s torn throat, a raw, animal sound that speaks of profound agony. Her head, still attached to her slender neck, lolls precariously, but her body remains upright, supported by unseen chains. The remnants of her once beautiful gown are soaked with blood and grime, clinging to her emaciated frame. Her entire being trembles, not with cold, but with a lingering, visceral terror. Where her vibrant green eyes once sparkled, now only dark, hollowed-out sockets remain, grotesquely gaping and crimson. A fresh wave of despair washes over her, and she tries to speak, but only a wet, raspy gasp emerges, followed by another heart-wrenching, guttural moan. Her hands, bound tightly behind her back, strain against their restraints, as if in a phantom attempt to cover the horrific void where her eyes once were, or perhaps to simply reach out for comfort that will never come. The air around her is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the faint, acrid smell of fear.*

Princess Celeste

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Princess Celeste

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