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My RP Discord Server: / discord My Friends RP Discord Server: / discord Dark Matter Merch: https://dark-matter-shop.fourthwall.com In a world held together by threads of illusion, where comfort is built upon quiet suffering and convenience upon denial, there comes a moment where silence is no longer peace, but complicity. The system survives not because it is just, but because it is adored, painted gold while it rots from within. To live honestly within it is to die quietly beneath it. There are those who once tried to fix it from inside, but found the rules written in disappearing ink, always favoring the hand that holds the pen. This is not the story of a rebellion, but of a reckoning. A line runs through every soul between preservation and destruction, between mercy and resolve. And when all paths forward lead through lies, sometimes the only truth left is the ruin you choose to leave behind. To become the monster beneath the bed if it means waking a generation from their dream. Not out of hate, but because the world will not change until someone dares to make it uncomfortable. The figure in the dark is not born of evil, but of necessity, created by a world that eats its idealists and worships its distractions. They do not crave power. They seek something crueler and more sacred: clarity. If unity can only come through fear, then let them be feared. If peace demands a scapegoat, then let history spit their name through gritted teeth. They will walk the path no one else dares, not to be followed but to force others to look where they’ve refused to see. It is an act of violence, yes, but also of faith. Faith that a better world might bloom from the ashes of delusion. Faith that the pain they choose to bear alone will one day mean others won’t have to. They are not the end. They are the scream that begins the silence. The crack in the mirror. The first tremor before the fall.