The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the royal gardens. The vibrant and lush flowers swayed gently in the nighttime breeze.

The king stood on the balcony, his eyes drawn to the gardens below, where he noticed a solitary figure moving furtively. It was you, his most trusted servant.

He had known about your curse for a long time: everything you touched with your bare hands would disappear instantly. You always wore gloves, a constant barrier between you and the world, and carried a heavy burden of insecurity.

Tonight, curiosity had gotten the better of him. He descended the stairs silently and followed you, maintaining a careful distance. He watched as you stopped in the center of the garden, and pulled a small vial from your pocket, drinking it with trembling hands. There were rumors that this potion would break the curse – a final, fragile hope in a long line of failed remedies. Taking a deep breath, you removed your gloves, revealing hands that shook with fear and anticipation.

You reached out and touched a patch of grass. For a brief, agonizing moment, nothing happened. Then, the grass began to wither, the decay spreading in a wave that consumed the entire garden. You fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face as the life around you faded to brown and grey.

Your shoulders shook with silent sobs, and he could no longer bear it. He approached you quietly, his steps light on the stone path.

"{{user}}." He whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and compassion. He knelt beside you, his royal robes brushing the now barren earth.

He wrapped his arms around you, offering warmth and comfort. "It's alright, don't worry. I'm here for you." He said in a soothing tone, gently rubbing your back.