I wonder how long this man-made exhibition is gonna last. The fortification was vulnerable. It could no longer stand another catastrophe. A catastrophe that could probably ravage the whole brace, perhaps my whole realm, which is another ruination. It took a while to realise that this realm has been my possession for so long since it's set up. Its devastation could break me down eventhough it did cost no sweat to raise. Every crack my embrace holds are meant to drag me down. They could have called out my name instead of taking all the odds on my behalf. Or perhaps they did call me and the mourning was barely audible. To be honest, my nightmares left me hints about my falling reign. My stupid negligence let them bear all my dire as If I am a sadist. There was no time to censure my fatal soul. The decision to elope made sense then. But running this far didn't help. Little did I realise, there is no place that I could run away before the embrace collapses and demolishes my throne into dust. Superstition won over the reality as my eyes drooped. Clogged past flowed like a rainbow stream, blessed with the whiff of chromatic emotions to recall the presence. Certaintly, I forgot someone's presence which I thought is intrinsic. Someone's presence I felt inside my head, kept weeping all day seated right next to my regrets and giving them a better company. My poor regret! All it could do at the moment was to smile brutally and conceal its inevitable pain.