They didn't forget. [He looks out at the people, all kneeling on hard ground, praying with unmistakable devotion to the prince's statue towering over them. He'd taken it for granted, once upon a time....
But this isn't the real world. As the people pray, those voiced prayers float up into the air like little lights, each soft, warm glow embedding itself into the statue before them.
With each new prayer, a blood-red flower blooms from its skin, like a beautiful injury, its roots dug deep into the prince's core. One flower, three flowers, fifteen....until the weight of the flowers, or the cracks they've made inside it, finally cause the statue to collapse to the floor.]
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But this isn't the real world. As the people pray, those voiced prayers float up into the air like little lights, each soft, warm glow embedding itself into the statue before them.
With each new prayer, a blood-red flower blooms from its skin, like a beautiful injury, its roots dug deep into the prince's core. One flower, three flowers, fifteen....until the weight of the flowers, or the cracks they've made inside it, finally cause the statue to collapse to the floor.]
I overestimated myself.