Lena was greeted by a jester without a smile. His motley was stitched from old laws and torn proclamations. "Welcome," he said, "to the place where because I said so goes to die."
The jester stopped. "Because every tyranny, no matter how thick its walls, leaks. Every lie, no matter how often repeated, leaves a scar. We are the scar tissue. The subversion isn't a rebellion—it's a resonance . When you tell someone they cannot think a thing, that thing grows stronger in the dark. We are that dark." -kingdom of subversion-
She began to walk. And behind her, invisible, the kingdom packed itself into her shadow, waiting for the next no. Lena was greeted by a jester without a smile
"Why does this place exist?" Lena asked. " he said