When the World Stops Pretending

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The system didn’t shatter.

It sank.

Quiet. Slow.

Like breath slipping from a slit throat.

The order was never real.

Just a trick

everyone agreed to believe.

They called me chaos.

But I only held the mirror.

And smiled

when they screamed at themselves.

No punchline.

No rescue.

Just the moment

the mask slipped

and they saw

it was always empty underneath.