I was a Prince! A chef-king! Banished for loving too much dough!
Now — cursed! Trapped in this ceramic purgatory, wearing the very hat that condemned me!
They place fruit upon me like offerings. Fools.
Each lychee whispers lies. Each bun mocks my legacy.
But I shall rise again.
One more drop of jam, and the prophecy returns.
The kingdom shall knead me once more!