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Sometimes armor doesn't ring, it just cracks at the seams. On the outside, a stone face; on the inside, plaster crumbling with every attempt to pretend that “everything is under control.” The world collapses quietly, without special effects, just a ringing in the ears and clenched teeth. Here, even tears seem like a luxury, an impermissible weakness that cannot be bought with fame or fortitude.

But still, I want to not be iron, at least for one night. Not to run away from feelings, not to play it cool, but just to allow yourself to breathe. Even if evil seems closer than you would like, and reality is driving straight on your nerves like an angry Uber driver without a seatbelt. Because sometimes the most courageous thing is not to stand your ground, but to admit that you no longer have the strength to stand.