[arranged along a prominent shelf is the rather conspicuous collection of crowns. they are impressive-looking, but of course they're heavy with possible symbolism and meaning. in the case of the first crown in the line, it's literally dripping with it--resting in a puddle of murky liquid coming from nowhere.
each crown is completely different from one another in both style and material, ranging from the humble vines and carved wood of the first crown, to one with spires of knuckles and bone, and one that seems to be actively on fire.
they each rest on their own short pedestal, until the end of the line... where another pedestal sits empty and waiting.
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each crown is completely different from one another in both style and material, ranging from the humble vines and carved wood of the first crown, to one with spires of knuckles and bone, and one that seems to be actively on fire.
they each rest on their own short pedestal, until the end of the line... where another pedestal sits empty and waiting.
not suspicious at all.]