For the past two and a half years, I have been trapped. Not in chains, not behind locked doors, but in something far worse—a reality that refuses to shift. A silent, merciless limbo where time moves forward, yet nothing changes. I have watched as the undeserving rise, claiming the rewards that should have been mine. They walk in light while I am cast into shadows, my efforts dissolving before they can take form. I push, I claw, I fight—but the world does not fight back. No resistance. No response. Just an endless, barren wasteland where my voice is swallowed whole.
I lost my footing once, and everything collapsed around me. The betrayal was swift. The abandonment, complete. Those who should have stood by me turned away, while the opposition—spineless, hollow, unworthy—thrived. Even those who once seemed loyal lost themselves in the chaos, vanishing into battles of their own, leaving me to face the void alone.
I have tried. God knows I have tried. I step out, searching for a path, an opening, a way to carve my own destiny. But all I find is emptiness. No recognition. No traction. No place for me. Every step forward dissolves beneath my feet, every opportunity slips like sand through my fingers. It’s as if the universe itself has conspired to keep me caged in this endless cycle of loss, waiting, stagnation. . The sword in my hand is useless because there is no one left to fight.
I refuse to accept this as my fate.
I am not meant to be forgotten. I am not meant to be left behind while the filth of this world dances in my place. Whatever force has locked me in this prison—whether it’s fate, the evil eye, or my own hesitation—I will break it. I will take what is mine.
The time for waiting is over.
If the universe won’t open its doors, I will tear them off their hinges.
This silence will crack. This exile will shatter.
I am not here to be ignored. I am here to conquer.
Regards
The Vanquished