Seated on a throne above the crowd, the young ruler points a finger toward the sky. The gesture seems to claim an authority that recognizes no limits: behind him, a figure takes shape amidst the clouds, while a red planet dominates the heavens. His image expands until it merges with the landscape, as if the entire world were meant to reflect his greatness. In *PRIDE*, power is constructed through distance: the one seated on high gazes upward, while the multitude remains gathered at his feet, suspended between admiration, fear, and unease. Classical ruins evoke an empire but offer no guarantee of its endurance. The throne elevates the figure yet, in the same instant, exposes him to the fragility of any dominion founded on adoration. Thus, pride emerges as a tension between aspiration and illusion: the desire to rise beyond human measure, to the point of occupying the place of the divine.