They say the truth is a light, but lately, it feels like I'm being buried alive by shadows. How am I supposed to stand tall when the very people I trusted are the ones planting seeds of doubt in the Emperor's ear?
I’ve learned one thing: innocence doesn't matter if the evidence is already written in someone else's hand. To those who think they can frame a soul just to watch it break... just know that even the most silent person is watching. Everything. 🥀