THE THRONE THAT WATCHES – WHO CONTROLS THE ILLUSION?
A throne is always a symbol of power.
A place where decisions are made, where the world bends to the will of a single man.
But what happens when the throne is the one in control?
A man sits upon it, regal and composed, wrapped in pink.
Still. Unshaken. Absolute.
Everything about him suggests authority.
And yet, something beneath him moves.
The golden throne is not solid. It is not stable.
It shifts. It writhes. It consumes.
Beneath its surface, something twists.
And a single eye watches.
It watches him.
It watches you.
The question is: who truly holds the power here?
THE THRONE IS NEVER EMPTY
Power does not exist on its own.
Power only exists if others believe in it.
A throne does not grant power.
A throne takes.
It absorbs.
It devours those who sit upon it.
And when it is done with them, there is always another to take their place.
No throne is ever truly empty.
Only the faces change.
History repeats itself.
Kings rise, and kings fall.
But the throne remains.
Because the throne is the true ruler.
THE SILENT COURT
Look at them.
The figures gathered around the throne.
The pink hats. The hollow smiles.
They do not speak.
They do not move.
Are they subjects? Or puppet masters?
Are they followers? Or the next ones to be devoured?
Perhaps they once sat where he sits now.
Perhaps they once believed they were in control.
But power does not ask what you want.
Power takes.
And so they watch.
They witness.
And they smile.
THE EYE NEVER SLEEPS
Power is never personal.
It does not belong to the ruler.
It belongs to the system.
And the system is always watching.
The eye above is not simply a presence.
It is law.
It is tradition.
It is expectation.
The one who sits on the throne believes he rules.
But in truth, he is just another part of the machine.
The eye sees.
The eye watches.
The eye never blinks.
Because the eye never sleeps.
WHEN POWER BECOMES A PRISON
A throne is not a reward.
A throne is not a privilege.
A throne is a cage.
A cage disguised as a gift.
Once you sit, you cannot leave.
Not unless the throne allows it.
Not unless the system decides your time is up.
The ruler is trapped.
Not by chains. Not by bars.
But by the very power he thought he possessed.
The moment he sits, he is no longer a man.
He becomes something else—
A symbol. A spectacle. A sacrifice.
And symbols do not have the freedom to walk away.
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
Look closer.
Look at him.
Look at them.
Look at the eye.
Who is truly in control?
📌 The man?
📌 The throne?
📌 The eye?
📌 Or you?
THE FINAL QUESTION
The illusion of power is the most dangerous illusion of all.
Those who believe they control it are already trapped by it.
If the man on the throne had the strength to stand up, would he?
Or has he already become part of the throne itself?
If the watchers could break their silence, what would they say?
Or are they nothing more than echoes of those who ruled before?
And if you could change the rules of the game—would you?
Or is it easier to simply watch?
THE TRAP OF THE THRONE
Power is not a privilege. It is not a gift.
Power is a game, and once you step into it, you are never free again.
The throne does not ask if you want to sit.
It simply consumes you. And when you become nothing more than a symbol, it is already too late to realize that you do not own power – power owns you.
The eye watches.
The court smiles.
The throne appears steady.
But what happens if someone dares to stand up?
Can power exist without the throne?
Or is power the throne itself?
THE ROLE OF THE OBSERVER
You are watching this.
You analyze the scene, the figures, searching for answers.
But are you really just an observer?
Or have you already become part of this world?
Power only exists if there is someone to acknowledge it.
If no one was watching, the throne would lose its meaning.
The question is no longer who is in control.
The real question is: what will you do with this knowledge?
