Manhwa Villainess Illu Edition

The sand does not fall for those who command it.
I awoke, not in my world, but in theirs,
A villainess in gilded chains,
Despised before my lips had uttered a word.

This was no dream—no fleeting escape,
But a cruel page torn from fate’s ledger.
They cast their judgment with poisoned smiles,
And I learned the rules by the sting of their blades.

The hourglass turned,
And the past became my weapon.
A scholar of shadows, I rewrote the stars,
Their whispers now my script for vengeance.

"Villainess," they sneer, but I wear it proud.
For in this realm, power is no gift—
It is a prize wrenched from weak hands,
A throne raised by unyielding resolve.

What fool relies on gods or destiny?
I have seen the folly of their worship.
In this second life, I stand unbound,
A queen who bends the threads of time.

The banquet’s wine tastes sweeter now,
Not poured for others, but for me alone.
Each sip a victory, each breath a decree—
For I am both judge and executioner here.

Time folds at my will,
A canvas of endless possibility.
What was once a world of sorrow and scorn
Is now mine to rule, forever reborn.