the Patron
Today, I was a privileged individual, walking a fine line. I had a ambiguous name, a terminally ill queen I looked after, and the dark reflection that stalks me in mirrors, face right but mouth all wrong.
We were at a Party, that I was hosting. There were ghosts, the Sins of the Past, and people cornered in the library. The Spectre of Modernity loomed over us all.
It's 9th February 2026. What lurks in the secret corners of your heart?