Lamentation

You are seated at a dimly lit table, the air heavy with silence and the faint hum of a cold wind pressing against unseen walls. Before you, a figure leans forward, their pale, weary face resting on one hand, the other clutching a golden crown adorned with glinting red jewels. The figure's fur-lined cloak spills over their hunched shoulders, its tattered edges barely holding back the chill that seems to emanate from within. Their downcast eyes and furrowed brow speak of a weight that has long been borne, a sorrow too deep for words. The faint glow of light from the table casts a fragile warmth over the crown, hinting at the burdens of power and memories that haunt this moment.