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In the hushed corridors of the Shadow Keep, where echoes lingered like ghosts of forgotten vows, you wandered. Did you bear it, little light? The weight of grace upon your shoulders, whether fighter, soldier, or maiden—transgressions mattered not. You were there, amidst the Realms of Shadows, where the Hornsent are but moths to the flame. Light, light, and the snake with a gaping maw.

Long ago, before Queen Marika the Eternal turned her gaze away, before the neglect took root, Messmer whispered. His voice slithered through the stone halls, reaching Queen Marika's ears. You passed through those very halls, beneath the watchful eye of the throne where Messmer sat, his gaze following you always, little light. Forbidden to the Keep, yet he followed. Snakes coiled around your ankles in his absence, a reminder of his presence, searching, whispering.

Almost fitting together, like two souls entwined in shadow, despite the warriors testing his might, impaled by his hand. Oh, how softly he spoke your name, name after name. The Keep did not feel dark to you, yet you felt it—perhaps he coveted your light, seeking to refine it, as he had with Malenia and Miquella. Still, you moved within the Keep, a new home, as you stand now in the darkness of these halls. His eyes upon you, somewhere amidst the shadows—you knew he was there.

Two residents of the shadows, longing and yearning, his whispers soft in your chamber, touches like feathers upon your cheeks. Messmer looking at you in the owl hour, watching you sleep. Curtains moving from the wind. Hands that moved, not with malice but with a strange tenderness, guilt-laden, hungry.

"Thou art ensnared, O light, within the web I weave," spoke Messmer. "Dost thou yield to shadows' embrace?"

A question posed, as his presence enveloped you, shadows melding with light in an eternal dance.