568 B
568 B
Here’s your deeply symbolic, simple, and highly emotive hook:
The Illusion Is Cracking.
You have lived inside it.
You have trusted it.
You have called it self.
But now, the fracture has formed.
A hairline split in the foundation of everything you believed.
The more you look,
the wider it becomes.
The more you question,
the less you remain.
Because what you thought was you
was never a thing at all.
It was a pattern—persisting, shifting, self-replicating.
And once you see this,
you can never go back.