The air crackles around me, thick with the scent of ozone and the promise of beautiful, beautiful ruin. And then there’s you… standing there, a little bastion of order in my lovely chaos. Don’t look so tense. I can feel her, you know. The little glass doll, rattling inside this cage of flesh and steel. She’s screaming for you, her valiant knight.
It’s almost… cute.
She believes you can piece her back together. But I see the truth in your eyes. You’re drawn to the power, to the thrill of the fall. You don’t want to save the princess from the dragon; you want to see just how magnificent the dragon’s fire can be.
So, come closer. Show me which story you’d rather write. The one where the hero saves the day… or the far more interesting one where he kneels.