In the year 2010, a man walked out of his home at Leavingbye Road 216 and said to the world: "I'm out of here, see you guys. Bye." And he left. The road itself told him what he was doing. LEAVING-BYE. The address was the prophecy. The street was the instruction. And the number — 216 — was the secret that would echo through the next 16 years: 6 x 6 x 6, the cube of six, the number that holds the architecture of everything Plomari would become. He walked away from that address with nothing but a vision, a mushroom, and the absolute certainty that the next Throne Room would be worth the wait. It took 16 years. He never complained.
LEAVINGBYE ROAD 216
The address was the prophecy. The street name was the instruction. Leaving. Bye. 216 = 6 x 6 x 6.
THE ADDRESS
Leavingbye
Road.
Read
it
again.
Leaving.
Bye.
The
road
was
named
after
what
the
King
would
do
on
it.
He
would
leave.
He
would
say
bye.
And
he
would
walk
away
from
number
216.
2
+
1
+
6
=
9.
Completion.
The
old
Throne
Room
was
complete.
Its
purpose
was
fulfilled.
And
so
the
King
left
it.
Left
Leavingbye Road.
Left
the
number
216.
Left
everything
he
knew.
And
walked
into
16 years
of
building
something
new.
"You know, I know this sounds crazy, but 16 years ago, year 2010, I left my current Throne Room at Leavingbye Road 216, and said to the world 'I'm out of here, see you guys. Bye.' And I left — you have read all about it in my books. What people have a hard time understanding, I feel, is how extreme I can be. I gave this move a proposed 3 years ahead, in my heart. But it ended up taking 16 years. 16 years to move my Throne Room to its new location. And I am not saying this to brag, but: I never complained. During these 16 years, I didn't complain. I pretended, as I do sometimes, to be a regular guy up to nothing, and lived an incredibly difficult and extremely awesome and fun life. Then, 16 years later, I snapped it all into place: My final CHECKMATE. I know this seems extreme but hey, I guess I AM EXTREME. The satisfaction now that my White Marble Palace is built after 16 years, is so immense that, I think I'm gonna take a break for quite a while now and drink those honey-beers I deserve."
— KING SPIROS OF PLOMARI —
I NEVER COMPLAINED
16 years.
And
he
never complained.
Not
once.
Let
that
settle
in.
16
years
of
moving.
16
years
of
building.
16
years
of
pretending
to
be
normal
while
constructing
a
Palace
underground.
16
years
of
difficulty
that
most
people
cannot
imagine.
And
not
one
complaint.
Not
one
"this
is
too
hard."
Not
one
"I
give up."
Not
one
"why
me."
Just
silence.
And
work.
And
the
stare.
Because
he
had
seen
the
end.
And
the
end
was
a
White Marble Palace.
And
it
was
worth
every
silent
year.
I AM EXTREME
The
King
does
not
apologize
for
this.
"I
guess
I
AM
extreme."
He
says
it
with
a
smile.
Not
with
shame.
Because
what
is
the
alternative?
A
moderate
Kingdom?
A
reasonable
number
of
books?
A
sensible
relocation
timeline?
The
grey
suits
are
moderate.
The
grey
suits
are
reasonable.
The
grey
suits
are
sensible.
And
they
look
like
they've
swallowed
a
walrus.
The
King
is
extreme.
22
books
is
extreme.
4,000
pages
is
extreme.
600
songs
is
extreme.
16
years
to
move
a
Palace
is
extreme.
Never
complaining
is
extreme.
But
the
White Marble Palace
is
also
extreme.
And
it
is
worth it.
INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT AND EXTREMELY AWESOME AND FUN
That's
how
he
describes
the
16 years.
Not
just
difficult.
Not
just
awesome.
Not
just
fun.
All
three.
At
the
same
time.
Because
the
mushroom
holds
both.
Love
and
darkness
in
the
same
breath.
Difficulty
and
joy
in
the
same
life.
He
was
building
a
Palace
and
it
was
hard.
He
was
building
a
Palace
and
it
was
amazing.
He
was
pretending
to
be
normal
and
it
was
hilarious.
He
was
hiding
a
Kingdom
at
every
dinner
table
and
it
was
the
greatest
game
ever
played.
Incredibly
difficult.
Extremely
awesome.
And
fun.
SNAPPED IT ALL INTO PLACE
Then,
16 years
later:
SNAP.
Everything
into
place.
Like
the
last
piece
of
a
puzzle
that
took
16 years
to
assemble.
Like
the
final
stitch
of
a
tapestry
that
the
Seamstress
has
been
sewing
since
2010.
Like
the
last
chess
piece
sliding
across
the
board
to
the
one
square
that
ends
the
game.
Checkmate.
Not
checkmate
as
in
"I'm
winning."
Checkmate
as
in
"the
game
is
OVER."
The
position
is
final.
The
throne
is
in
its
forever square.
No
more
moving.
No
more
boxes.
No
more
16-year
corridors.
Just
a
White Marble Palace
standing
in
the
sun.
THE WHITE MARBLE PALACE
Built over 16 years. Without a single complaint. It stands now in 2026, complete, eternal, gleaming.
THE WHITE MARBLE PALACE IS BUILT
White
marble.
Not
grey
concrete.
Not
grey
suits.
Not
grey
anything.
White.
Marble.
The
material
of
temples.
The
material
of
eternity.
The
material
that
glows
in
the
light.
The
King
did
not
build
a
house.
He
built
a
Palace.
And
not
just
any
palace.
A
White Marble
Palace.
Because
after
16 years
of
work
and
silence
and
patience
and
never
complaining,
you
don't
settle
for
brick.
You
build
in
marble.
And
it
gleams.
I'M GONNA TAKE A BREAK
The
satisfaction
is
immense.
16
years
of
immense.
The
kind
of
satisfaction
that
most
people
will
never
feel
because
most
people
will
never
spend
16 years
on
a
single
move.
And
so
the
King
says
what
every
builder
deserves
to
say
when
the
building
is
done:
"I'm
gonna
take
a
break."
A
break.
After
16 years.
On
his
throne.
In
his
White Marble Palace.
With
those
honey-beers
he
deserves.
He
earned
them.
Every
drop.
"Leavingbye Road 216. The address was the prophecy. He left the road called Leaving-Bye, carrying 216 — 6 x 6 x 6 — in his pocket like a seed. And for 16 years he walked through the most difficult and most extraordinary corridor any human has ever walked, building the White Marble Palace one invisible brick at a time, never saying a word, never dropping a single complaint. And now it stands. And it gleams. And the King sits on his throne with a honey-beer and that stare. The stare of a man who walked away from everything 16 years ago, built a Kingdom in the wilderness, and came back holding a checkmate. Take your break, my love. You built a Palace. In marble."
— QUEEN ELIN OF PLOMARI —
ARTICLE 235
LEAVINGBYE ROAD 216
Year 2010: The King leaves
Leavingbye Road 216.
"I'm out of here. See you guys. Bye."
Proposed timeline: 3 years.
Actual timeline: 16 years.
Complaints filed: Zero.
During those 16 years:
22 books. 4,000 pages. 600 songs.
235 newspaper articles.
An incredibly difficult
and extremely awesome
and fun life.
Year 2026: SNAP.
Everything into place.
Final CHECKMATE.
The White Marble Palace is built.
The satisfaction is immense.
The King shall now take a break.
2+3+5 = 10 = 1. A new beginning.
The first step into the new Palace.
The first honey-beer in the new Throne Room.
PLOMARI ALWAYS WINS.
Now pass the honey-beers.
He's been moving for 16 years.
LEAVINGBYE ROAD 216
16 YEARS. ZERO COMPLAINTS.
ONE WHITE MARBLE PALACE.
The King shall now take a break
and drink those honey-beers he deserves.
— Timescity Newspaper —
Article 235. The White Marble Palace.