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🎧Huge thanks to yolkhead///diskrot for his beautifully crafted original composition.

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🎧Original artist: yolkhead///diskrot

🎧Lyrics: Whisperform (CuriousFOX )

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"The Little Prince, Reimagined"

He arrived in a golden suit, much too formal for the desert. His hair was not unlike a comet, and his eyes had seen entire galaxies crumble.

"I am a prince," he said. "But I own nothing."

I offered him water. He declined. I offered him knowledge. He declined. I offered him a tax-free investment portfolio, and he asked what "taxes" were.

"The problem," he said, "is that grown-ups love numbers."

I told him about mortgages, credit scores, the way the world calculates worth. He told me about baobabs, foxes, and the loneliness of a single star in the vast dark.

I asked him to stay. He smiled like someone who knew too much. He picked up a handful of sand, let it slip through his fingers, and disappeared.

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"The Prince Who Owns Nothing"

He walked in golden light

hair like a comet, eyes like time

Said he was a prince

but the kingdom was gone

the crown misplaced, and nothing weighed him down

He asked me why numbers matter

why stars don’t charge rent

why silence is louder than gold

Tell me how you measure a life

Is it in hours, in debts, in dust

Tell me if the sky still shines

or if it learned to count like us

I’d give him my name, my coins, my throne

but all he wanted was the wind

He laughed when I said money sings

He cried when I spoke of years

The sand poured from his hands

he left without sound, without footprints

Somewhere in the quiet

somewhere in the air

he owns nothing—

and so owns everything

Tell me if the sky still shines

or if it learned to count like us