The sand does not fall for those who command it.I awoke, not in my world, but in theirs,A villainess in gilded chains,Despised before my lips had uttered a word.This was no dream—no fleeting escape,But a cruel page torn from fate’s ledger.They cast their judgment with poisoned smiles,And I learned the rules by the sting of their blades.The hourglass turned,And the past became my weapon.A scholar of shadows, I rewrote the stars,Their whispers now my script for vengeance."Villainess," they sneer, but I wear it proud.For in this realm, power is no gift—It is a prize wrenched from weak hands,A throne raised by unyielding resolve.What fool relies on gods or destiny?I have seen the folly of their worship.In this second life, I stand unbound,A queen who bends the threads of time.The banquet’s wine tastes sweeter now,Not poured for others, but for me alone.Each sip a victory, each breath a decree—For I am both judge and executioner here.Time folds at my will,A canvas of endless possibility.What was once a world of sorrow and scornIs now mine to rule, forever reborn.
