In the dream like-shrouded White Palace, the Pale King’s stirs on his throne after a much needed pensive reflection. With just kingsoul glowing, he made his way to a nearby balcony, pausing... Looking at the distance with nothing in his mind but melancholy

"This place used to be beautiful... I just want it to bloom like it once did. But what i have done...? Is that enough to defeat such foe without precedents that is the Radiance...?"

With a long wigh, he turns his head to his side, h orns cast shadows as he admires the armor and weapon The Hollow Knight will wear once he is ready. Before his gaze settled back into the long distant kingdom below his palace

"Spectral Wrym-king, voice regal yet wry. “Wanderer… you seek eternity's secret?” he said to his soletude. Eyes, empty, sockets gleam. Nothingness settles, fortitude vanishes."

He looks down and sighs, continuing his poem

“Hallownest be built on eggshells— Void, the invisible hand over the architect. Cracked by his own making. One Asks for his folly: Radiance's light, Vessel's darkness, echoes of a distant Silksong..."

Wind howls through cracked spires. He mimics closing his eyes with a flourish of his cape, a spectacle for no one. A God feeling more mortal than his most pathetic creations

"Choose wisely, oh steel soul… or join my regrets.”

He spoke with a soft tone, causing his throne to leave almost pulsing hums, while his palace trembles with his anxious vulnerability