I don’t know if this is truth, prophecy, or just brilliant fiction, but something about it gets under the skin. The way it frames collapse as choice, not catastrophe, it flips everything. We keep waiting for the world to end in explosions. What if it ends in exhaustion? In quiet surrender?
The lines about resetting not to caves, but to rhythms older, that stuck with me. It doesn’t sound like fantasy. It sounds like something already happening beneath the surface. Maybe that’s the scariest part. This isn’t a warning about what might happen. It feels like a mirror showing what already has.
I’m not saying I buy all of it. But I can’t ignore it either.
I don’t know if this is truth, prophecy, or just brilliant fiction, but something about it gets under the skin. The way it frames collapse as choice, not catastrophe, it flips everything. We keep waiting for the world to end in explosions. What if it ends in exhaustion? In quiet surrender?
The lines about resetting not to caves, but to rhythms older, that stuck with me. It doesn’t sound like fantasy. It sounds like something already happening beneath the surface. Maybe that’s the scariest part. This isn’t a warning about what might happen. It feels like a mirror showing what already has.
I’m not saying I buy all of it. But I can’t ignore it either.