Outside, an angry mob of people in rags chant and scream. Inside, a king feasts as royalty, perched on his throne.

To the left, a thousand crimson flames thrive as they burn. To the right, men in protective gear urgently hurry their loaded hose.

Above, silky clouds of white float in an endless ebony sky. Below, the city sleeps in a blanket of warmth.

In front, my face shows a slight grin of joy. Behind me, the grim secrets stay locked in the chamber of my soul.

Beside me, my friends support me and help with my struggles. Far away, I hear them plot my demise, conspiring their next scheme.