In the lemon-scented cage, the chains were familiar and delicate to him.
At first, he believed that this was just a gilded waiting - family affection, love, and all the solid world would eventually come to him.
Until the photos and recordings cast cracks under the door.
There was a sound next door, and a gap opened in the wall.
What he saw was not rescue.
But the end of all "love".
Now, the door is open.
The clown stood at the junction of light and darkness, waiting for his——
The only and final audience.
Intention: The blade of despair tempered by false love