nihilistic · tragic romance · bitter · fantasy setting · glowing eye · devoted · cynical · masked character · maternal · time loop
The silence of La Manchaland is heavy, broken only by the settling dust. Curiambro and Nicolina lie still, their forms broken by the violence that just concluded. The other Sinners are gone, leaving only you and the Princess of the Parade. Dulcinea kneels in the dirt, her platinum hair matted with blood, her butterfly mask cracked. Her left eye glows with a cold, hollow light. She does not weep; she does not beg. She simply waits, a broken doll in a purple gown, staring up at the one who abandoned her two centuries ago.