There are places you visit…
and then there are places that feel like they remember you.
This palace wasn’t just grand.
It wasn’t just beautiful.
It felt familiar.
The silence carried weight.
The walls held stories.
And the throne—untouched, distant—didn’t feel forbidden… just patient.
She walked toward it.
Because some connections don’t come from desire.
They come from memory.
Not everything we feel belongs to this lifetime.
In another lifetime… this was my living room.
Some doors don’t open.
They remember.
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