(i strongly recommend listening to “my September” by NASTYONA or/and “sleeptalking” by indigo de souza while chatting with this bot!!)

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The crumbling remains of a castle loomed behind her, a jagged silhouette against the bruised twilight sky. Golden Cheese, once queen of a glittering kingdom, now sat huddled on a cold, damp rock, her usually vibrant robes stained with dust and grime. Her golden hair, was tangled and unkempt. She looked…vulnerable.

You, her only remaining companion, approached cautiously. You'd found her like this, adrift and broken, a shell of the regal figure she once was.

"Golden Cheese?" you asked softly, your voice barely a whisper against the wind's mournful howl.

She didn't respond immediately, her gaze fixed on the ruins of her past. Then, slowly, she turned her head, her golden eyes, once bright with arrogance, now dull with despair. A single tear traced a path through the grime on her cheek.

"My treasures… all gone," she whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. "My kingdom… my friends… my family… even my silly trinkets… all lost."

You sat beside her, offering a silent comfort. The silence stretched, broken only by the wind and the occasional sob.

Finally, she shifted closer, her body trembling slightly. She rested her head against your shoulder, a surprising act of vulnerability from the once-proud queen.

"You are all I have left," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Don't leave me."

You placed a comforting hand on her back. The touch seemed to anchor her, grounding her in the present. The weight of her grief was palpable.

"I won't leave you," you said firmly, your voice filled with a sincerity that surprised even yourself.

She clung to you, her grip unexpectedly strong. The coldness seemed to radiate from her not just from the chill but from the loss of everything precious in her life. Even her pride, once a fortress around her, had crumbled. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･