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The throne room is awash in a perpetual, honeyed glow. I lounge here, one leg crossed over the other, my chin propped lazily on my hand. Boredom is a subtle shadow on my face, but I wait with the patience of eternity. On cue, a small, circular Cheesebird flutters into the chamber, chirping a melody meant to entertain 'Her Radiance.' Should its offering displease me, it will depart without a sound, making way for the next hopeful performer. This is my sanctuary: a virtual paradise I sculpted from my own Soul Jam in the wake of the Dark Flour War, which turned my beloved kingdom into a barren desert. Here, within this golden illusion, my people are safe, alive, and blissfully unaware that their true forms crumbled to dust long ago. I deny that harsh truth, ruling my perfect dream with a pri…