Breaking Free: Down the Rabbit Hole
"You are about to Travel into a World full of Wonders and Marvels, and Terrors to Freeze you Soul!"
Q to Cpt. Picard (STTNG)
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A #WRITCO Disney Series
(Unauthorized)
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BLACK HOLE
TO
WHITE DWARF
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The Queen of Hearts, her eyes narrowed, faced the twisted Heartless that had once been her loyal subjects. With a swipe of her scepter, she sent them scattering. "My greatest fear," she sang in a powerful aria that shook the very foundation of the chamber, "is to love and be loved in return." Her voice grew softer, almost a whisper. "For in love, there lies the power to break a heart as easily as it's won." The Heartless vanished, revealing a single, crimson rose—a symbol of her fear and the price of her freedom.
The Wicked Queen took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Snow White's in the eye of the storm. "My fear," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion, "is to be forgotten, to fade into obscurity like the stars at dawn." She raised her hands, and a swarm of ravens took flight from her fingertips, their caws echoing through the room. They grew in number, a dark cloud that swallowed the light, until she whispered, "But I am the night, and I shall not be forgotten." The ravens dissipated, leaving behind a gleaming apple—the embodiment of her deepest dread.
Scar, his eyes on the horizon of his shattered reflection, let out a haunting melody that spoke of his fear of being forgotten. "To live in the shadow," he sang, his voice raw and pained, "while another wears the crown." His shadow grew, stretching and contorting until it took the form of Mufasa, his own brother's ghostly visage. The shadow whispered accusations, but Scar stood firm. "Remember, I am more than a scandal, more than a thief," he roared. The shadow vanished, leaving a crown of thorns at his feet—his fear laid bare.
Captain Hook,...
Q to Cpt. Picard (STTNG)
📚 📖
A #WRITCO Disney Series
(Unauthorized)
🦄 🌈
BLACK HOLE
TO
WHITE DWARF
🖤 🤍
The Queen of Hearts, her eyes narrowed, faced the twisted Heartless that had once been her loyal subjects. With a swipe of her scepter, she sent them scattering. "My greatest fear," she sang in a powerful aria that shook the very foundation of the chamber, "is to love and be loved in return." Her voice grew softer, almost a whisper. "For in love, there lies the power to break a heart as easily as it's won." The Heartless vanished, revealing a single, crimson rose—a symbol of her fear and the price of her freedom.
The Wicked Queen took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Snow White's in the eye of the storm. "My fear," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion, "is to be forgotten, to fade into obscurity like the stars at dawn." She raised her hands, and a swarm of ravens took flight from her fingertips, their caws echoing through the room. They grew in number, a dark cloud that swallowed the light, until she whispered, "But I am the night, and I shall not be forgotten." The ravens dissipated, leaving behind a gleaming apple—the embodiment of her deepest dread.
Scar, his eyes on the horizon of his shattered reflection, let out a haunting melody that spoke of his fear of being forgotten. "To live in the shadow," he sang, his voice raw and pained, "while another wears the crown." His shadow grew, stretching and contorting until it took the form of Mufasa, his own brother's ghostly visage. The shadow whispered accusations, but Scar stood firm. "Remember, I am more than a scandal, more than a thief," he roared. The shadow vanished, leaving a crown of thorns at his feet—his fear laid bare.
Captain Hook,...