"I once called myself a dreamer.
Once… I believed there was something beautiful waiting for me beyond all this suffering.
I dreamed of greatness. Of becoming something vast… something radiant. A force so bright that the world itself would have no choice but to look at me and remember my name.
I wanted to matter.
No…
I wanted to be more.
More than weak. More than forgotten. More than the hollow thing I was born as.
But somewhere along the way, I realized something.
It does not matter whether I become light… or darkness.
In the end, both are worshipped.
The only difference… is what people are willing to sacrifice before they bow.
Fear and worship are siblings. Both kneel. Both obey.
Fear and reverence are closer than fools think. Both lower their heads. Both tremble. Both surrender.
And if the world insists on kneeling either way… then what reason do I have to care which name they call me by?
Saint. Devil. Savior. Monster.
