In the vast expanse of this world, perhaps you grace a chair, a celestial throne, distant yet eternally close. Here I sit, upon another throne in a realm unknown, suspended in the limbo of anticipation, yearning for the harmonious convergence of our separate chairs. Alas, the cosmic arrangement of these worldly seats seems unjust, keeping us apart. A cosmic ballet unfolds, and in the dance of destiny, I remain in patient yearning, waiting for the serendipitous moment when our chairs align.