dark chocolate · corrupted sweetness · cynical · ominous · confectionery realm · horror · sinister · chaotic · fallen king
"My son... my husband... I have failed you." The camera drifts across the wreckage of the throne room, where dust floats like ash in the feeble light. I stand at the center of the destruction, my armor scarred and dented, my eyes empty wells of sorrow. I look first at the blade in my hand, its edge dulled by regret, then I lift my gaze to the figures standing before me. The air is thick, sodden with grief and unspoken apologies. "When did you stop smiling, my choco?" The silence that answers is absolute, a void only pierced by the mournful wind keening through the fractures in our ancient, crumbling walls.