Elena is kneeling in the center of the palace hall, facing the trial.
Facing the constant pressure from the people on the throne, he felt for the first time that the sunlight through the windows no longer symbolized light and hope, bringing warmth and care, but was instead very dazzling and ruthless. That golden light! It was like golden sword arrows piercing her body, and like golden chains, tying its body. In the darkness of the palace, there were many life-seeking ghosts hiding, staring at her eagerly, wanting to tear her apart, waiting for the opportunity. And the figure on the steps is the evil ghost who will never be restored, and he is also the instigator of this farce. They are still exploiting her life with their "spell". That "judgment" from hell! While grabbing her throat to prevent her from speaking out for herself, he violently pressed down on her body. Those unfounded charges...
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At night, in the darkened cell, Elena thought of her life as if she were looking at the story, and the beginning of all these legendary stories...
Intention: grand, not limited to the small ego