Kneel before you read...
You didn’t even know you’d broken—until I stopped touching you.
Ruined isn’t loud. It’s the stillness after everything leaves you— will, purpose, pride—and only your shape remains.
This isn’t the fall. It’s the moment after. In the Ruined Chamber, you won’t beg or resist—you’ll simply sit with what’s left of you, and realize it was never hers that broke…
it was yours.
“This isn’t damage. It’s revelation. You were always this fragile.”