Throne.
A fucking throne had appeared in the center of my constitution.
I wanted to laugh, seeing it, but not a sound came out of my mouth because it's not funny despite seeming like it.
Instead, it's sad, extremely and I am crying. Tears and all.
I know the throne is for the thing in the coffin. It is extremely powerful, more than the thing, who called it master.
I looked at the throne and it looked like it had the weight of the world. I cannot look at it for more than a second before feeling the massive weight.
I am already feeling a weight. So, I would only stare at it for a fraction of a second before looking away.
It had created a throne. It will soon, move to occupy it.
'I hope you will really deal with it,' I said to the being inside me and, as usual, I didn't get the answer.
I am really desperate for an answer. A reassurance.
