Placeholder: [art by Dave McKean] n the opulent chamber of the castle, the princess lay ensconced in the silken folds of her bed, the morning sun casting a golden glow upon her delicate features. Her ebony locks cascaded like a river of shadows across the pillows, framing her porcelain skin in a stark contrast of light and dark. As she lingered in the realm between sleep and wakefulness, the distant clamor by the window stirred her from her languid repose. With a languid grace, the princess rose from the bed [art by Dave McKean] n the opulent chamber of the castle, the princess lay ensconced in the silken folds of her bed, the morning sun casting a golden glow upon her delicate features. Her ebony locks cascaded like a river of shadows across the pillows, framing her porcelain skin in a stark contrast of light and dark. As she lingered in the realm between sleep and wakefulness, the distant clamor by the window stirred her from her languid repose. With a languid grace, the princess rose from the bed

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[art by Dave McKean] n the opulent chamber of the castle, the princess lay ensconced in the silken folds of her bed, the morning sun casting a golden glow upon her delicate features. Her ebony locks cascaded like a river of shadows across the pillows, framing her porcelain skin in a stark contrast of light and dark. As she lingered in the realm between sleep and wakefulness, the distant clamor by the window stirred her from her languid repose. With a languid grace, the princess rose from the bed

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