Hell. I don’t want to lie to you, either. I suffered through my ostracism and was tortured by my crown. She still burns my temples when night falls outside but merely stays here. I am revengeful, powerless, incapable. I beat on stoned walls and spat on the dead, I cursed my brother, and light, and the world; I wanted to refuse, I wanted to rebel, then I wanted revenge; I stirred my grudge, I cried in the silence. I waited for a long time. I dreamed a lot. Then, I forgot what I had lost. I finally opened my arms and accepted in my breast the greatness, the violence of my throne. I don’t want to
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