We haven't met yet, but...

I will tell you about the throne, blade, and tower. Those, that keep me company and safe when I feel like stepping off of the Earth, all black and cool. But also... likely an imminent doom.
And then, of the coral crown and silver sail–which I strive for. Maybe they will come in another life. Maybe... a dream.
Lastly, there is a realm. A small one, and fairly new. Covered in perpetual fog and colored a sepia hue. So far, it is only kept for those passing through.

It's all... lonely, despite how I may talk about these things. They're all reflections of me.

Don't worry though–you'll know this.