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The mouse skitters through shadows, claws clicking against cold stone. Its whiskers tremble, mapping unseen currents in the air as it navigates labyrinthine corridors. Moonlight spills through cracks in ancient walls, glinting off beady eyes that miss nothing—not the crumb beneath the rusted hinge, nor the faint scrape of owl talons on distant rafters. This is no ordinary vermin. It bears a scar across its flank, legacy of a narrow escape from clockwork traps, and a purpose deeper than survival. Some whisper of stolen guild maps sewn into its nest, others of a knack for gnawing through enchanted chains. Tonight, it pauses beneath a vaulted arch, nose twitching at the scent of smoked cheese and danger. A tail flicks once—decided. The walls have ears, but the mouse? The mouse has plans.
Description
The princess envisioned a delicate yet striking design, settling on a crescent moon cradling a bloom of celestial lilies; its curves followed the line of her shoulder blade, trailing down her arm like a whisper of stardust. The moon shimmered in soft platinum, edged with intricate silver filigree that mirrored the constellations of her kingdom’s crest. The lilies unfurled petals in gradients of opalescent violet and sapphire, their centers glowing with tiny amber accents to mimic trapped sunlight. Vines of emerald and gold thread coiled around the motif, weaving into a subtle crown motif near her collarbone—a nod to her lineage. Each stroke blended elegance with hidden strength, the colors vibrant yet ethereal, as though painted by twilight itself.
