To see something, one must understand it.

To conceive the following, one must question their sanity.

A void that encapsulates a universe, yet it can be traversed with a measely step.

Free from the limitations placed on beings, it's truly a landscape of opportunities.

Though one must heed the dangers lurking, as this dome is shackled by peril.

The pillars stare down the commoner who dare contest their stature, bearing their duty of carrying existence.

So wide yet so thin, so magnanimous yet so insignificant.

Who's to judge their presence? But of course none other than their maker.

Some might ask, who's their maker? The answer isn't as simple as the question.

So, let's go through it, step by step. But watch your steps, because no one can escape the fall.

The water is deceptive, it can be seen as a mirror but what it covets is without depth.

So bland yet so mystic.

Light fights for a breathing space, barely scraping by the surface of the waters.

Darkness is all-enveloping, all-seeing, all-powerful. The true master of this dome.

How can it be toppled? My dear friend, even gods can kneel.

Kneel to what? Just like the human, they live only because THEY exist.

THEY are the very rules, the very fundamental part of "####"'s extention.

THEY need no eyes, they need no body, they need nought but to exist.

But of course, THEIR doctrine must spread, so THEY have lesser forms at THEIR disposal.

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One must hope the description was enough, as there is none other.

A throne for the mighty, in this land of uncertainty the throne remains unchanging, unwavering to the constant cycle of change.

Before time, beyond time, and after time. It was there, and will always be there.

Compared to the pillars, this tiny object is what they kneel to, rather what the throne houses is what the gods fear.

It is mimicking an eye, mimicking a mouth, mimicking a face, mimicking a body, but it fails to hide its nature.

The void, this grandiose void is an extension of it, it is a dream within a dream to grasp so much in the simple frame of human's eye.

Now then, where were we? Ah, yes, conceptualising this unreachable realm was quite the journey, shall we delve into the simpler matters?

A boy, he ages ten in appearance, more and no less.

He wears a track suit and pants, and is staring at a... let's say IT, for now, at least.

The boy has his eyes sucked by its presence, reflecting nothing but pitch black, even colors turn into grey and white near it.

The boy is shaking on the ground, as if he was pushed by someone, his widened eyes can't help but be consumed by ITS presence.

The foolish boy didn't even think of looking at what surrounded him, as if they will ambush him—the cult members in red. They wore a black mask, and a red coat, no skin is revealed, and their height is the same.

Forming a perfect circle, perfectly synchronised in every way.

Their arms, aimed at the boy, held their palms which were open for the eyes to see.

What is happening? No one knows, not even the cult members, not even the boy, but IT might have a clue,

???"Mine Lord hath spoken of thee... Wish as thou may please. Alas, thou art ordained by mine command.", a voice murmured.

Who spoke, who has uttered those words? It can't be proven, but it was undoubtedly IT.

???:"Hmm, doeth thou inquire for privacy?", IT stated as IT kneeled towards the boy.

The boy:"..."

The boy's teeth clicked and his shaking grown stronger.

Cold sweat ran down his face as the mimic of ITs expression closed the distance, until IT perfectly mirrored the shivering boy's height.

The boy:"Wh-who are you?", Stuttering on his words, the boy spoke.

???:"Thou innocence is as clear as mine void. But, Hath thee pondered if thine query holds significance?", IT then postured itself straight, "Thou answer matters not, thou presences do prodd mine Lordship, though."

IT raised its mimicking arms, consuming every photon in the way.

Then the already challenged understanding of this place is beaten, and reality fractures.

Finality:"Begone."

"Splash", the heads of the cult members levitated.

Finality returned its arms back to its extention, and the decapitated parts flew over Einer.

The boy, Einer, got covered in blood, as if he plunged into a fountain to fool around and get wet, his clothes were dipped in blood.

The blood was neutralized as it touched the water, and turned into nothingness.

Einer's eyes closed the moment the crimson fluid reached them, and he started to wipe them using his forearm.

He let out loud intermittent breaths as he hastily swiped the blood off of his eyes.

Then, after having managed to open them, he's suddenly floating.

His view stretched out like clouds in the sky, but not as high as them.

He was opposite to the manifestation of Finality.

And couldn't move his body, somehow, he couldn't feel it, rather.

Einer's mind froze, because his body wasn't the one floating, it was actually his head.

Finality:"Ah, thou art a true heir of mine Lordship, thine adoption of mine magnanimity is worthy of praise, mine messenger. But as ordained, thee hath to make haste, state thine wishes."

—Help me help me help me! Someone help me! Anyone help me!

Finality:"Mine aid is granted. So speak thine wishes if thou wouldst may."

—I don't wanna die I don't wanna die I don't wanna die! Leave me alone leave me alone I'm scared! I'm cold! I can't breath! I can't see! Let me live! Let me live! Please let me go! Please don't kill me! Ple—

Finality:"Granted, mine messenger.", IT spoke in a reassuring tone.

Huh—

Einer's conscious stopped, and his body disappeared, the cult members disappeared, and Finality disappea—rather, it sat.

So the answer to your question, what does the throne house?

It houses the absolute Finality, that is IT.

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