Chapter 5
Once, there was a poor little canon.
One day, the canon was tricked by a bad mythos and killed.
The canon was put onto the train through the night sky, along with all the other canons that had died.
Where is the train going? There must be a terrible place at the end of the line. The canon was so scared, and so afraid, it thought its little heart would burst.
But the train stopped, for a little while. Apparently even galactic trains have to wait for signals. The canon was too scared to stay on the train, so it jumped off.
There was a dark, dark room there. There was nothing in it but a chair and a little candle. There was no one else there.
The canon sat on the chair and cried. Why did this happen? It was betrayed by its friend and forced onto a strange train. What would happen next?
The canon thought, and thought, and made a station. Maybe if there's a station, someone will come to play.
The canon made a station, and lit the candle, and waited.
Time passed. Canons came. The dark room became a beautiful kingdom.
The candle became a grand lighthouse.
The chair became a royal throne.
And the canon became The King.
Those who come to the kingdom become one with The King.
The King is all, and all are The King. No one is hurt, and no one has any sad thoughts.