At the entrance of a castle, the gates are opening and red carpet rolls to you from the darkness, welcoming a guest to the banquet, you going along the red path to An empty banquet hall, wreathed in ambient crimson light.The solitary king, bound to her throne, raises her arm in an unhurried motion.Your feet grow drenched in the cold mist of a vague tune.The lone king gently points to a platform near you with an inviting cadence.

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