The Potato Patch
The Whisper Calls…
“From the void where shadows cling, Rise the hollow, crowned as kings. Empty hearts with power feigned, In their hunger, none remain.From hollow things, come hollow reigns, Where only echoes of despair remain.”
“You are hollow, a void without face, Born from the dark, an empty space. But I can give you form, a name to wear, All you need is a Mask, a burden to bear.”
Parable: Of Hollow Things
“There is no light, there is no right, Only hunger, endless night. Take the Mask of Endless Need, And you shall devour all, indeed.”
Enter The Void…Tell The Tale…
In a world born of shadows, where the void whispers in the hearts of kings, empires rise and fall, driven by an insatiable hunger. From the depths of the Abyss, hollow rulers emerge, forging kingdoms of ash and bone, only to watch them crumble beneath the weight of their own emptiness.
Parables of the Hollow Kings is a dark tapestry of tales where power corrupts, dreams unravel, and the eternal struggle between light and shadow plays out in a world where even the gods are not immune to the void. Enter a realm where every crown is cursed, every ambition is hollow, and the only certainty is the darkness that binds them all.
Parable: Of Hollow Hearts
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