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You hear that, Narcissa? The crowd’s gone quiet. Klaus doesn’t need music for this act, he knows silence is louder. Just two of us under the lights, surrounded by steel and smoke. And look at that… it almost sparkles, doesn’t … Read More

Exile isn’t silence. It isn’t emptiness. It’s the echo. The sound of doors slamming behind you. The sound of voices fading. The sound of knowing you’ve been cut out of the picture but can still see yourself in its frame. … Read More

People like to believe debts get settled. A wrong paid back. A sin atoned. A balance restored. That’s the lie, isn’t it? Because debts don’t disappear. They get carried. They grow interest. And sooner or later, they weigh so heavy … Read More

You call yourself Nero now. The Cyberhound. The Red Reboot. Like you hit a button one day and erased the man you used to be. But it doesn’t work like that. I know the story you’re trying to sell: screen … Read More

There’s a trick to taking the perfect photo. You don’t just capture what’s there. You arrange it. You pose the subject, paint the backdrop, kill the shadows, and smile when the flash hits. You don’t record the truth. You curate … Read More

They say the air gets thinner the higher you climb. They don’t warn you about it, just watch to see if you choke. But they never say what happens when you learn to live without air. When I stood in … Read More

You ever walk through a house of mirrors? Everything looks familiar but just off. A stretched smile here. A crooked eye there. You take a step, and suddenly your arms are longer. Your body’s wider. Your face isn’t yours. But … Read More

Tables don’t lie. They’re flat. Predictable. Honest in their construction. They don’t pretend to be something they’re not. And when they break? It’s loud. Sudden. Final. Jackson Cade’s a lot like that. Stubborn. Solid. Straightforward to the point of stupidity. … Read More

They say this is a war. Lines drawn. Names called. Blood primed to spill. But I don’t feel like a soldier. I feel like a question. Something unspoken. Unwanted. Whispered behind locked doors and guarded gates, hoping no one hears. … Read More

I used to think I was broken. Like something inside me had glitched, like the code didn’t compile right. You know what that feels like, don’t you, Nero? The little red text blinking at the bottom of your screen. The … Read More