NEW CONSTELLATION: Jah Trílio
Jah Trílio was the supreme monarch of all Agirtalândia. It comprehended the whole of the Central Continent, as well as the Isles Belt and all the northern archipelagos (Molk, Virsius, Fasques and Testio).
Jah Trílio was the king of just about the entire known world. The forbidden frontiers, Amerilindia, the Poles and the Jugular country was not his to command, but all reason was against any thought of annexing, conquering or even offering a protectorate status to those petty soils.
Jah Trílio was then the king of the whole world. He had access to, power over and right to all his desires: sandals made of the tanned leather from the Slim Mountain she-goats, dried tamers or fresh watermelons, Samarkanda’s silks and hunting caps, the glass cup that predicted the future, ebony women and red-haired boys, Abdera’s horses: all was within reach of Trílio’s hands, Khan-Father, Annexator Supreme (from the last boundaries of the Continent to the Floating Provinces) and Third Emperor of Agirtalândia.
Jah Trílio had everything, he could have everything. But because he had everything, he could not have anything else.
He did receive a last thing: the terrorizing grief of feeling fulfilled, complete, and thus, dead.
The gods took pity on the mighty lord and made him The Big Hole that lingers between the Seven Sisters of Wrath and the Cat-and-Fish stars. Even on the clearest night, you won’t see anything there. A corner filled with emptiness.
Jah Trílio was the king of just about the entire known world. The forbidden frontiers, Amerilindia, the Poles and the Jugular country was not his to command, but all reason was against any thought of annexing, conquering or even offering a protectorate status to those petty soils.
Jah Trílio was then the king of the whole world. He had access to, power over and right to all his desires: sandals made of the tanned leather from the Slim Mountain she-goats, dried tamers or fresh watermelons, Samarkanda’s silks and hunting caps, the glass cup that predicted the future, ebony women and red-haired boys, Abdera’s horses: all was within reach of Trílio’s hands, Khan-Father, Annexator Supreme (from the last boundaries of the Continent to the Floating Provinces) and Third Emperor of Agirtalândia.
Jah Trílio had everything, he could have everything. But because he had everything, he could not have anything else.
He did receive a last thing: the terrorizing grief of feeling fulfilled, complete, and thus, dead.
The gods took pity on the mighty lord and made him The Big Hole that lingers between the Seven Sisters of Wrath and the Cat-and-Fish stars. Even on the clearest night, you won’t see anything there. A corner filled with emptiness.
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