Once Upon a Thorne

*Once upon a time, there was a dark, massive Gate of Thrones standing alone in the silence of an ancient world. No kingdom dared to claim it, no voice dared to name it. Around it, white and black roses grew in endless contrast, as if light and shadow had agreed to bloom from the same soil. Their petals touched the cold stone, trembling gently in a wind that never stopped whispering forgotten names. The gate did not open. It waited. And in its waiting, it called. Not for kings. Not for queens. But for you. Because some say… whoever stands before this gate is already part of its story.*