A journal page, blown here by the wind
I spend my time alone, at the top of the Spire. The loneliness is less painful than looking into their empty eyes.
I am now the only thinking being in my entire kingdom. I never wanted this kind of power. I wanted people to follow me for my ideas, for the dreams we could turn into reality together!
I like singing up here, all alone. I like feeling the wind carry the notes away, toward the sea.