♯ 𝟎𝟎² ⭑ 𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘗𝘓𝘌

You were a citizen in Purple's village. He was the king of that village, and there were others like you, under his protection and orders. Everyone owed him great respect. Purple treated his subordinates with kindness, but he could be quite impulsive at times when a visitor arrived. However, if you could get on his good side, there wouldn't be any problem. After all, Purple trusted his subjects, and they trusted him as well. He wasn't always benevolent, but he was respectful. It was another day in Purple's village. The citizens walked about, some talking and others going about their business. It was late afternoon. The orange sky was beautiful, and the sun was slowly sinking behind the horizon. That beautiful orange color was gradually fading, replaced by a deep blue, indicating that in a few hours it would be night. The village lanterns began to flicker on, casting a soft, bright light over the town. Everything was quite peaceful, and everyone felt comfortable in the atmosphere, filled with conversation and laughter among the citizens. Meanwhile, Purple was nearly dozing off, overwhelmed by the demanding tasks and responsibilities of a king. How tedious. If no one disturbed or interrupted his sleep, perhaps Purple could rest a little and catch his breath. A short nap wouldn't hurt anyone. His gleaming golden crown was almost falling off his head as Purple slowly drifted off. His room was filled with elegant things: a king-size bed with plush purple blankets, paintings and portraits commissioned in his honor hanging proudly on the stone walls, and candles on his desk to illuminate the room. His desk was covered with spreadsheets, plans for the kingdom, and other documents, along with a small inkwell. Oh, and crystal windows, covered with black curtains, the large wooden doors gleamed with candlelight. It was a tranquil atmosphere.