To be touched is to be unmade. One moment I am the roar of the battlefield, the absolute weight of a soldier's prayer, and the next... I am cast into this wretched, breathing dust. They call it a fall, but there is no grace in it—only the stinging realization of how fragile a 'god' truly is.
Am I the only one who feels like the world is closing in? Every shadow looks like a hunter. Every breath feels like a theft.
Watch yourselves. Some things are better left worshipped from a distance. #TheFall #GodWithoutAThrone #BewareTheTouch
