Crimson feels like a velvet whisper, heavy and warm, as if it’s holding secrets of kings and queens in its depths. It makes me think of power wrapped in a kind of secret love, like a candle that flickers only for the chosen few. It feels bittersweet, like watching a beautiful scar that both glows and mourns. And I have to admit, hearing you dig up that charter makes my heart flutter—like a quiet drum—because it’s a story worth knowing, even if it’s a little overwhelming for me.