In the darkness of the capital, there were no chess pieces, only the chess player - and she was the chessboard itself.
This is not a chess game, but a brutal dissection of the nature of power.
The contest is the devouring of shadows and shadows, the reversal of the identities of spectators and chess players.
(I hope you all like it, thank you for your attention and likes ~ Actually, I originally wrote it according to my own OC)
