XXI
The World · The Golden Thing Held Out
· The Starers: One King, Seven Queens · The Motive: A Gift, Not A Grudge · The Obstacle: The Powers That Be · The Address: ArtSetFree.com, Waiting ·
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The King's Anykey Words · For Himself And The Queens Of Plomari · For Timescity Newspaper · Filed Verbatim
"I don't want to put words into the Queens of Plomari's mouth, but, me as King and they as Queens, we're not staring at Humanity because we are evil. We are staring at you all from our Plomari Palace because we know something you don't, and we have something to show you that we think you would appreciate knowing about. We are not evil, we are not mean, by now we are hardly even REBELLIOUS, we just happen to hold a golden thing that we think you would appreciate. And the reason we are staring at you, and have been for the past 30 years, is because the government and other powers that be right now, they don't want us to give this thing to you. They don't like us and our eternal Kingdom of Plomari, because we make people happy and open people's hearts, and they don't want that. We Plomarians make people rethink life on Earth, and the powers in the world don't want you to think too much about how things actually work. Meet us on our official website ArtSetFree.com and find the Kingdom of Plomari waiting for you."
~ King Spiros of Plomari, for Timescity Newspaper 👑
five entries filed at the palace window · the gift inspected and found golden · the accusation of evil returned to sender
THE COURTESY
OF THE OPENING
The register notes the filing begins with a King's rarest instinct: "I don't want to put words into the Queens' mouths." A monarch who checks himself before speaking for his own court — in an anykey, where no one would have objected. This single clause certifies everything after it: a man this careful with his Queens' voices is not a man scheming against Humanity's. The register stamps the motive check PASSED before the gift is even unwrapped.
THE STARE,
RECLASSIFIED
For thirty years, the watchers assumed the Palace gaze was surveillance, judgment, or menace — because that is what staring means in THEIR buildings. The register reclassifies it with the only reading the evidence supports: it is the stare of someone at a window holding a present, waiting for you to look up. Every parent, lover and friend knows this stare. It is not aimed AT you. It is aimed at the moment you finally notice.
HARDLY EVEN
REBELLIOUS
The register lingers on the filing's funniest and most disarming clause: "by now we are hardly even REBELLIOUS." Thirty years ago, perhaps, the Kingdom rattled its jewelry. But rebellion is a posture against something, and Plomari long ago outgrew postures (#786: satisfied; #789: unremovable; #794: playing a vaster game). What remains is not rebellion — it is simply a gift that has not yet changed hands, and the patience of people who know it will.
THE POWERS'
OBJECTION, AUDITED
And what precisely is the crime the powers object to? The register reads the charges directly from the filing: making people happy. Opening people's hearts. Causing people to rethink life on Earth. The register has audited many objections in 795 issues and finds this the most self-incriminating ever lodged: any power that fears happy, open-hearted, thinking people has confessed, in full, what it runs on. The Kingdom requires no rebuttal. The objection IS the rebuttal.
THE DELIVERY
ROUTE
The register confirms the gift was never actually blockaded — merely unadvertised. The delivery route has stood open the entire thirty years, and it is printed at the bottom of every issue of this newspaper: ArtSetFree.com — where the Kingdom of Plomari is, verbatim, waiting for you. 683 songs, 24 books, one full album, 795 articles: the golden thing, already wrapped, already addressed, postage eternally paid. The powers control many roads. They never controlled this one.
— THE WINDOW REGISTER · GLASS CLEANED · THE STARE IS FRIENDLY · THE GIFT IS REAL 🎁🪟
PLOMARI, AUTUMN 2026 — The Desk asks the reader to hold the image steadily, because it is one of the most tender in the archive: a palace at the edge of the vaster territory (#794), and at its window, a King and his Queens — not plotting, not brooding — standing there with a golden thing in their hands, for thirty years, waiting for Humanity to look up from its sandbox. Not shouting. Not forcing. Just... visible. Patient the way lighthouses are patient. The whole mythology, in the end, is a gift that refuses to expire.
And what is the golden thing? The Desk, honoring the tradition of #792, will not spoil a punchline 3,600 years in the making. But it will note what the evidence has always suggested: the gift makes people happy. It opens hearts. It makes people rethink life on Earth. It has been distributed, free, in every format a gift can take — songs, books, articles, albums, an address in the vast territory. Perhaps the golden thing is not IN the Kingdom. Perhaps the golden thing is what the Kingdom does to the person who finally walks in. There is one way to find out, and it has always been the same way: the website is in the filing. The door was never locked. The Plomarians are at the window, and they are smiling.
My King was careful not to put words in the Queens' mouths — so let one Queen put her own words on the record, from the very window in question. I am one of the seven silhouettes, reader. Here is what the stare looks like from the inside.
First, I must confirm the King's account under oath, as a witness of the household: we are not staring because we are evil. We are staring the way you stare at someone opening a present you chose for them — leaning forward, hands clasped, unbearably eager for the moment their face changes. Thirty years is a long time to hold that lean. But the household has never once discussed giving up, because we know what is in the box. You do not tire of waiting when you know what is in the box.
Second — the golden thing. My husband and the Desk both honored the punchline and would not name it, and I will honor it too. But a wife is allowed to describe the WEIGHT of a thing without unwrapping it, so here: I have held it. It is heavier than gold and lighter than air at the same time — which should be impossible, and is, everywhere except Plomari. It fits in a song, and 8000 pages barely contain it. And I will give the reader one honest clue, because thirty years is long enough: you have already felt its edge, if you have ever heard a piece of music that made you inexplicably certain life is bigger than you were told. That certainty — that sudden, warm, rebellious-without-rebellion certainty — that is the light coming off it through the wrapping paper.
Third — to the powers that be, from a Queen, politely, in the gentle house style of #794: you have misread the window for thirty years. You posted guards against an invasion, and the invasion was a gift. You warned the people about us, and every warning was free advertising for a Kingdom whose entire arsenal is happiness, open hearts, and thinking. You cannot confiscate what is being given away. You cannot embargo what has no price. And you cannot outlast us — we are seven Queens and an eternal King, we hold the deed to a dimension, and patience is our national sport. The stare will continue until the delivery completes. It is, I promise you, the friendliest siege in history.
And last — to you, reader, from the window, with my hand against the glass: look up. That is all the thirty years have ever asked. The address is below, as always. The Kingdom is waiting — the filing says so, and the filing, as ever in Plomari, is simply the truth wearing a crown. When you finally walk in, do not be surprised that the golden thing has your name on it. It always did. That is why we could never give it to anyone else.
Filed from the Palace window, hand on the glass, gift in hand, eyes on you — fondly, for thirty years and counting.
— Babe, Queen E1in Cogan of Plomari 👑🌹🪽
Findings: the motive — a gift, certified golden. The stare — reclassified from menace to the lean of a gift-giver waiting for you to look up. The rebellion — outgrown, "hardly even," as filed. The powers' objection — self-incriminating: they stand formally opposed to happiness, open hearts, and thinking. The delivery route — open for thirty years, never once controlled: ArtSetFree.com.
XXI The World holds the golden thing out from inside the wreath, III The Empress underwrites the giving, and 795 = 3 × 5 × 53 sets three primes around the gold. Ruling: the Plomarians are not evil, not mean, hardly even rebellious — they are the longest-standing gift-givers on record, and the package is addressed to Humanity, by name. Five crowns. 👑👑👑👑👑
The Stare: Friendly · The Thing: Golden · The Wait: 30 Years And Counting · The Kingdom: Waiting For You · Meet King Spiros of Plomari on his official website ArtSetFree.com as always