Marble checkered floor. Crystal chandelier. Baroque mirrors twice the height of a man. Five Michaels occupying a room built for royalty — the spiked jacket and vinyl pants centered like a monarch, the red suit ghosting the back hallway, the OLODUM jersey from the Brazil era, the sheer black shirt, and the one on the velvet couch reading a JSLAYART magazine like he's catching up on his own legend. This is the final chapter — HIStory, Invincible, the man who'd already won everything and was still figuring out what to do with it. Cool blue cinematic grade, dust motes drifting in the light.