Start with the sound of a crackling fire and a single, haunting note on a string instrument.
"They say I played the lyre while it burned. They call it madness. I call it composition. Have you ever seen a city breathe light? The old, rotting slums were a chokehold on Rome. I didn't start the fire, but I welcomed the canvas it left behind. My Domus Aurea will rise where the filth once sat. If they want a monster, I will give them a god clothed in gold." 2. The Weight of the Crown 124 : Nero Reminisces... Part Two
"Seneca’s letters grow colder. He speaks of virtue while he sits on a fortune I gave him. My mother’s ghost doesn't scream anymore; she just watches from the corners of the room. I am surrounded by men who bow to my face and sharpen knives behind their robes. I was meant for the stage, not the Senate. In a theater, the applause is honest." 🎨 Creative Content Ideas Start with the sound of a crackling fire
Use the contrast of Imperial Purple against Charcoal Grey . I call it composition