A mind unraveling, memory in shards. The violence here is quiet, but precise. This is the fragmentation that comes after the crack appears. The mind is a cathedral collapsing inward. Fragments float, still echoing with purpose. Every fracture holds a thought unspoken, a scream too disciplined to leave the mouth. Clarity cuts. Disintegration becomes the clearest voice. We break not because we’re weak, but because we can no longer lie.