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Hurt, panic attacks, margarine and arson.

Once upon a time, 

there was a kingdom where summer never ended. 

A kingdom of golden afternoons, beautiful people, fairytales and cocktails. 

A place where everything seemed almost too exquisite to be real, where love was abundant, laughter came easily, 

and the world was kind enough to make forever seem believable.

There lived a princess, surrounded by the finest heirs of the kingdom. 

Her cousins, her family, her first love. 

They were young, beautiful and seemingly invincible. 

They had an entire summer to themselves, and, in their own little world, an entire lifetime.

Until one day, the kingdom went up in flames.

The beautiful houses, the familiar faces, the laughter that once filled its halls. Everything consumed by fire. Everyone lost, save for the princess.

And so she awoke.

Not into another fairytale, 

but into the cruel, 

unadorned reality of what remained. 

A mind fractured by trauma, a body that remembered what it could no longer explain, and a grief so enormous that even memory became an unreliable companion.

For a while, she was a stranger to her own tragedy. 

She could not remember the fire, could not comprehend the absence, could not understand why the people who once made her world whole were suddenly nowhere to be found.

But the most devastating part of this story is that the fire was not entirely an accident.

The princess had wanted to save her kingdom,

She had wanted to free the people she loved from the cruelties of the world, to give them a chance at something better. And somewhere between good intentions and a terrible plan, she became the very architect of their destruction.

She had set out to save them, only to lose them all,

And now, she must do life.

A lifetime of summers without summer,

She gets to live, but not in the world that once made living beautiful.

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom where it was always summer.

And then there was a girl who had to learn how to live after it ended.

08/11/2026