||ِعَالَمُ التَّنَكُّر 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢||
"My sword didn't kill him,
but the truth he tried to deny did.
He thought he was pulling a thin thread into my cage,
not realizing I was offering him a long rope to tie his own entrapment.
Now,
I close the door he opened,
not in search of shelter, but to leave the corpse behind me in a darkness befitting one who betrayed...
And logic says:
Silence after the storm is not calm,
but the death of the old victim and the birth of the cruel victor."
لَمْ يَقْتُلْهُ نَصْلُ سَيْفِي،
بَلْ قَتَلَهُ الْحَقِيقَةُ الَّتِي حَاوَلَ تَنَكُّرَهَا..
لَقَدْ ظَنَّ أَنَّهُ يَجُرُّ خَيْطاً شَفَّافاً إِلَى قَفَصِي،
وَلَمْ يُدْرِكْ أَنَّنِي كُنْتُ أَمُدُّ لَهُ حَبْلاً طَوِيلاً لِيَرْبِطَ بِهِ مِشْقَقَتَهُ بِنَفْسِهِ.
الْآنَ،
أُغْلِقُ الْبَابَ الَّذِي فَتَحَهُ،
لَيْسَ بَحْثاً عَنْ مَأْوَى، بَلْ لِأَتْرُكَ الْجُثَّةَ خَلْفِي فِي ظَلَامٍ يَلِيقُ بِمَنْ غَدَرَ..
وَالْمَنْطِقُ يَقُولُ:
إِنَّ الصَّمْتَ بَعْدَ الْعَاصِفَةِ لَيْسَ هُدُوءاً،
بَلْ مَوْتُ الضَّحِيَّةِ الْقَدِيمَةِ وَوِلَادَةُ الْمُنْتَصِرِ الْقَاسِي.