Some are born to lead.
Others are made to kneel.
But most…
Most carry burdens never meant for them.
I met a boy—kind eyes, calloused hands.
He awakened joy in everyone he touched,
But none awakened it in him.
I met a soldier—fierce and faithful.
He bowed to voices he could not name.
He called it duty. I called it chains.
I met a queen—beautiful and broken.
She ruled a kingdom of mirrors,
Each one reflecting the thing she could never have.
From them, I shaped these:
The Puppet's Thread — for those pulled by unseen hands.
The Cracked Chalice — for those who hold everything and feel nothing.
The Tethered Wish — for dreams shackled to obedience.
The False Familiar — for allies who wear enemy faces.