In the land of Esperance lived a Cursed Three: A princess, a misfit, and Death’s small prodigy. Though some have perished in this cherished land, Awaiting final judgment, the Three are forced to stand. Yet Esperance’s gnarled and withering hands Still shall welcome you within. To the Underworld’s depths we first must descend, Plunge into liquid darkness at life’s end, To find the little girl that Death has claimed, Zenobia, princess of nothing, is now her given name. Pulsating in the pitch black, her heart fights to beat, Golden marionette strings tugging at her bare feet. Follow after her to Death’s grand dining hall. This is where we’ll witness Zenobia’s daily meal. Picked by two guards made from yellowing bone, Succulent berries rest on plates of precious stones. Shimmering goblets of crystal are filled to the brim; White wine aged for eons glistens by the rim. Delicate pieces of meat jut up from a dish, Picked clean of bones by bones sits the fish. “These are the things on which a...
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