Àwọn Àmì-ìwé Tí A Fẹ̀

Everything feels slower now. Not because the world changed. Because I did. Every step I take. People move out of the way. Instinctively. No words. No resistance. Just… submission. I pass the glass panels. Reflections follow me. Perfect posture. Sharp eyes. No hesitation. This is what they respect. Not effort. Not struggle. Image. Control. The system hums softly. Satisfied. Like it’s watching its work unfold. But I don’t forget the warning. I never forget. [Original Identi