// Passcode accepted. Now name the monarch.
I wear a crown of brine and green, A sour sovereign seldom seen. I reign where cucumbers ascend, And bend the vine to serve my end. My court is damp, my throne is glass, Through summer's heat I let none pass. Bow low, then speak my royal name — Or wander back from whence you came.
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