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The family tree of kings. Rooted in the street, crowned in the sky.
Three stacked triangular peaks ascending from a heavier base. Solid black silhouette, no shading, no gradients — heraldic weight carried by mass alone. Drip strokes hang from the foundation like tension cables.
A tree reduced to its grammar. Trunk, canopy, crown — stacked and fused into one continuous mark. What a cathedral would call a spire, nature calls a tree. Same shape, same intent.
A single red diamond on the face of each peak. Not decoration — a point of conviction at every ascent. The eye climbs.