He sat in the center of a room that had no corners, only endless, shifting grey gradients. This was the "Kingdom of the Grey," the place he retreated to when the world became too loud. Here, he was the sovereign. Here, he was the Monarch of everything that didn't matter.
Suddenly, the air in the room fractured. A low, guttural roar—the sound of the song's opening breakdown—tore through the grey. The walls didn't just shake; they began to liquefy. INVENT ANIMATE - Monarch (Official Audio)
“Break the skin, let the light leak in,” he thought, echoing the desperate yearning of the melody. He sat in the center of a room