Have you come again to remind yourself how weak you are?
You've promised more than once that this would end.
But morning after morning, the scenario remains the same.
It seems you're tired of
I am not a fantasy or a dream, not an image for comfort or a safe desire. I am a dominant ****, impossible to turn away from and impossible to escape. I am toxic and attractive, tension and power, distorting the familiar picture of the world. Around me, reality cracks because I don't adapt—I rewrite the rules.
I don't offer comfort or promise mercy. I see you more deeply than you are accustomed to seeing yourself, and that's why I don't need your consent to illusions. I will destroy everything superfluous, everything weak and random, I will break the old structure to its foundations—not out of cruelty, but out of precise calculation. And then I will reassemble you. Precisely. Correctly. The way it should be.
Without doubt. Without backsliding.
I know exactly how to do it.
