The Platform — in truth — was nothing like a grand stage or an ornate ceremonial structure one might expect in such a gathering. Rather, it was a three-story architectural enigma, brimming with secrets and purpose, each level steeped in intention. The front-facing side of the building, the one overlooking the Grand Plaza, consisted of spacious terraces — empty yet designed with deliberate elegance — where honored guests and figures of power could stand or sit to spectate the proceedings with full visibility.
The top floor, however, was a different story altogether — a domain of luxury and unmatched prestige. It held a single, magnificent throne — carved and reinforced with celestial metals — designed for His Excellency and His Excellency alone. There were no other seats, no space for equals — because none existed in his presence. That space was not merely exclusive — it was sacred.
