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.