The music of his descent didn't start with a bang; it started with a low, rhythmic thrumming, like a heartbeat struggling against a cage of ribs. He felt the weight of his own history pressing down on him. Every mistake he’d ever made was a brick in the walls of this palace. He had spent years meticulously stacking them, convinced that isolation was the only way to achieve peace. But peace was a lie he told himself to justify the silence.
The crown wasn't made of gold; it was woven from the static that hummed behind Elias’s eyes. INVENT ANIMATE - Monarch (Official Audio)
He looked at his hands. They were turning to glass, translucent and fragile. He realized then that being a "Monarch" in this headspace meant he was the ruler of a dying star. He had cultivated his grief until it became his only identity, a beautiful, devastating throne that was now crushing him. The music of his descent didn't start with
But the weight returned. The "Monarch" wasn't allowed to leave. The heavy, syncopated riffs began to hammer at his chest again, reminding him of the gravity of his choices. He wasn't just trapped in the room; he was the room. He had spent years meticulously stacking them, convinced