A dark, lavish black-and-gold dreamscape, a throne fit for a king piled high with riches. Half-black, half-white hair cascades down, demonic horns reach for the sky, and a black-and-gold robe drapes over the figure. Every gesture with a cup exudes disdain for all. Barefoot among coins and jewels, they lean back with skin as smooth and delicate as jade, toes lightly raised to crush the sharp edges of fate.
Heavy-armored guards stand at attention on either side, treasure chests all around, a golden orb in hand. I won't temper my mortal bones; I'll forge them with money! This unrivaled wealth and power are the foundations for ruling all. This is an extravagant, arrogant vision of wealth, power, and beauty: forging my bones with money, and drawing the world into my embrace.
