Gazer

The world’s falling apart right on cue — impressive, really. Shards of reality reshaping into something weirder by the minute. Nothing shocks anymore; even the apocalypse feels like a rerun.

Funny how much clearer things look when you finally step back. Breathing’s easier when you’re not white-knuckling the chaos. From a safe distance, destruction’s kind of beautiful.
 Is freedom letting go — or just laughing while it burns?