In the depths of profound darkness, a ghastly pale light slowly rippled.
Under the illumination of chaotic colors, around a bronze table that seemed to have been shattered and reassembled, replete with apparent cracks, four shadows gradually materialized.
One shadow was rotund and plump, sitting upon the Golden Chair, continuously producing one oily green bubble after another, swallowing them;
Another shadow was upright and dignified, crowned with a Blood Crown, wrapped in fierce flames; the flames of oblivion burned, emitting terrified shrieks from within the armor;
And yet another shadow lurked in the prison of bas-relief paintings, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, spreading joy and moans and indulgent agonized screams.
These three shadows each sat on chairs symbolizing different directions, all turning toward the fourth shadow with subtle hints of scorn.
