3."Whispers and Fire"

Wed, 03 Sep 2025 13:37:46 +0000

The world does not forget monsters. It just learns to wear their scent like cologne. And in this world, I am both the monster and the myth that follows it. Power has a sound.Not a roar. Not a scream. It hums - a quiet, ruthless thrum that settles in the walls of marble hallways and the creaking bones of men who sit at blood-slicked tables, pretending to rule. That sound has followed me since childhood, coiling in my ears, in my breath, in the echo of my own footsteps.