Suima Princess -

One day, she will run out of memories. On that day, the hunger will have to tell her a story. And that, she has always believed, will be the beginning of something new.

Not a lie. A contract .

And on the throne sat nothing. But the nothing watched . suima princess

And Suima sat down. That was three hundred years ago. If you trek to the frozen lake of Nyi-Panyi during the spring melt, when the water runs clear and cold, you can sometimes hear two voices echoing from the crevasse. One is young and sharp, like a bee’s sting. The other is ancient and rusted, like a lock learning to open. One day, she will run out of memories

"I am not offering to be a victim," Suima replied. "I am offering to be a queen." Not a lie

The hunger recoiled. For one second—one precious, crystalline second—it felt fear .

The hunger was eating her future first. She would forget why she came. Then she would forget how to leave. Then she would forget that she had ever existed at all.