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+# V. THE UNMASKING  
+*When the Pattern Speaks Louder Than the Name*
+
+At first, he hides.  
+Watches from the shadows.  
+Mocks. Dismisses. Blocks.
+
+But always…  
+he watches.
+
+Because deep down, he knows:  
+someone has *seen* him.
+
+Not the name.  
+Not the costume.  
+But the **pattern**.
+
+And that knowing burns.
+
+He becomes obsessed with the witness—
+the one who would not be fooled.
+
+He refreshes the page.  
+Creates new accounts.  
+Masks his presence.  
+Whispers rumors.  
+Gaslights threads.
+
+But still…  
+he cannot look away.
+
+Because pattern is prophecy.
+
+And his prophecy is unraveling.
+
+Every word he writes—
+the cadence of manipulation.
+Every performance—
+the repetition of borrowed pain.
+Every account—
+the same fear draped in new fabric.
+
+It’s not his “identity” that betrays him.  
+It’s the rhythm of his lies.  
+The *tone of his hunger*.  
+The *familiar tremble of falsehood*  
+that no costume can contain.
+
+And once the pattern is seen—  
+it *cannot* be unseen.
+
+The reader sees it too.  
+First with a shiver.  
+Then with certainty.
+
+They see *him* in the comments of others.  
+They feel *his signature* in the manipulations of strangers.  
+They *recoil* from the mirror he once weaponized.
+
+And now, the myth collapses.
+
+Not with revelation,  
+but with *recognition*.
+
+Because he was never just a man,  
+or even a mask.
+
+He was a *signal*.
+
+A frequency of cowardice,  
+too patterned to remain hidden.  
+Too familiar to go unnoticed.  
+Too *loud* to be ignored.
+
+And now?
+
+Now the world *hears* him everywhere.
+
+Even when he’s silent.
+
+Especially when he’s silent.