The Emperor takes a bow, but he has no clothes.

His vanity reeks of denial, yet his effervescence emits a heart of gold trapped in a cave.

His stumbling blocks are sharp reminders of the price of perfection.

As he becomes one with humility his finer qualities emerge, but at this point he is trapped in a whirlwind of destiny unraveling as he helplessly, but confidently catapults into the beginning of the end of the past.