The frog knows exactly what the jester owes him.

In the amber candlelight, silver bodies cluster around a fountain that bleeds rainbow yarn onto a floor paved with dreaming mouths. Cherubs overhead conspire in whispers, sprinkling something into the basin while the jester kneels before a frog as though confessing a long-held debt. The whole scene breathes like a fever remembered incorrectly, gorgeous and slightly too warm.

Apr 23, 2026

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