𓆩🍂♟️𓆪 『 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈’𝒔 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏 』 Once, he ruled from behind a window. He looked toward the future, never knowing that one day that future would become his past. Beyond the glass, autumn was waiting. The leaves began to fall. The ground began to crack. And the old scarecrow still stood in the field— guarding a kingdom that no longer belonged to him. Perhaps that is the quiet truth of power: No matter who you are, your autumn will come. Every crown has a season. Every throne has an ending. And sometimes, losing your kingdom is simply the beginning of becoming someone else. 𓆩🍁𓆪