My King of the Mountain

What does the world look like to you? Weird, cruel or grotesque, Calmness and serenity are also the warm spring breeze. Killing someone in a dream, there is a voice inside the body, the graveyard on earth, the king of the world. Lord of Shadows, Lord of the Void, Warrior of the Flowers, King of my Mountain! When the torrents of planes collide, who can always shine?