Deep within the recesses of the Sofa Kingdom, a monarch sits upon his throne, lost in the void of existence. His eyes, once bright and full of life, now dimly shine like dying embers.
His kingdom, once a bastion of comfort and warmth, now lies barren and still. The once-vibrant colors of his kingdom have faded to a dull sheen, reflecting the soul of its ruler.
The Sofa King's grip on reality has long since slipped, leaving him to stare into the abyss of nothingness. His throne, once a symbol of power, now serves as a reminder of his own insignificance.