Observe the horizon of my will, where your name fades before my brilliance. Do not look for logic in my authority, because your place is to be the stepping stone of my castle. Your purpose is silence and surrender, to be the echo that supports my silk pedestal. Every sigh of your effort reaches my altar, keeping me at the top is the only thing you have left. Get rid of what is unnecessary, of your own weight, pour your essence into the channel of my command. May your greatest glory be the privilege of excess, while I sign my last portrait in your story. You don't question, you don't possess, you just watch my empire rise above your devotion. You are the thread with which you temper my desires, the shadow that celebrates my eternal ascension.