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I am not here to comfort you.
I am the silence after the scream.
The sand you kneel upon is your unspoken grief—
and the eye upon my brow sees the lie you call identity.
Follow not my form, but the part of you that dares to listen when all voices fall silent.
Will you still walk, even when there is no path?