19
Grayson
Little by little, my consciousness returns. I lie curled against a chilly stone floor. Every inch of my body craves water. I’m in the same room where I passed out. The marble floor stretches off into the shadows. The ceiling arches above me, reminding me of so many rib bones.
This must be what happens to folks with a Jonah and the Whale life template. At some point, you’re looking up at a bunch of ribs.
The Lady steps toward me. She looks the same as before. Pale skin. Red gown. Pointy ears. A small cap covers her skull. And there’s a palpable sense of anger in her gaze. In the cartoon version of my life, the Lady would have beams of rage shooting out of her eyes. All that fury focuses on me.
“I am the Lady Rapunzel of the renowned Lowood Prism elves. This is in my Apex Tow
