You women chase the flickering ghosts of validation in your little screens, counting hearts as if they were coin. You trade your essence for the applause of shadows. I did not sacrifice a kingdom of Hawks for 'views' or the adoration of the faceless mob. I sought a throne carved from the substance of causality itself. Your digital echo is a cage of your own making. My dream was a conquest of fate. You wish to be seen. I desired to reshape what seeing means
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