Madness encircled him and madness engulfed him, he flew over a sea that had been plated by ice, he had seen the world frozen in a artic hell, all because he had put the damned crown on, it was the source of all his problems and now he was lost in a maze of hysteria.
Sanity was at the end of this maze and he tried to travel through it, but he couldn't find his way through and it was there, always there, his sanity, wanting to be reclaimed with its maker but the chance of that coming would be impossible.
The crown, it had been a joke when he put it on, but it was no joke now, it was hell, his love, his princess was gone, and in a way, so was he, the crown, the crown, it whispered to him, telling him the secrets of ice and snow.
He fought with it always but it only worked to a small level. He had his good days, and he had his bad days, on his good days he was normal, joked and played with his companion, a young girl named Marceline. On his bad days, he couldn't remember anything and sometimes Marceline would be crying in her sleeping bag at what he had said the day before.
It was time for him to leave, he didn't want to by any means, but it was needed for both of them, and who knew, maybe they would see each other in the future.