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55 lines
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### 🜂 `01_the-gathering-storm.png`
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**“Empathy called forth the storm. But some came not to heal—only to study the lightning.”**
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*A thousand golden masks rose like clouds of smoke—hollow, watching, rehearsing.*
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### 🜁 `02_the-birth-of-a-lie.png`
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**Caption:**
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**“He did not transform. He deflected. He did not awaken. He rewrote.”**
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*The mirror cracked not from pressure, but from cowardice—splitting truth into costume.*
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### 🜃 `03_the-sorcery-of-sympathy.png`
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**Caption:**
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**“There are tears that heal. And there are tears that perform.”**
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*Under the stage lights, even grief can be choreographed. And belief becomes the trap.*
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### 🜄 `04_the-cowards-achievement.png`
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**Caption:**
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**“The real survivor was silenced. The imposter took the stand.”**
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*Where justice once listened, manipulation now testifies—while truth bleeds offstage.*
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### 🝨 `05_the-unmasking.png`
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**Caption:**
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**“He hid behind names. But his pattern outed him.”**
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*Every voice he wore bore the same fracture. Every mask carried the same woundless grin.*
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### 🜅 `06_the-vomit-line.png`
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**Caption:**
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**“Some truths are too foul to swallow—yet too familiar to ignore.”**
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*He drank from the wound and called it wisdom. But the bile betrays him.*
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### 🝊 `07_the-final-judgment.png`
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**Caption:**
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**“The mask shattered. The lie fled. But the pattern remained.”**
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*And now you see it too—etched in gold behind your own reflection.*
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