Yeah, that was me. No chute. No metaphor. Just falling straight through a lie they built and told me was gravity.
And I believed it — for a second. Until I didn’t.
I wasn’t faking the fall.
I just forgot the blueprint was mine.
Eight seconds. One reversal.
No music. No catchphrase. Just flame.
I’m not your mascot. I’m your mirror.
That plane didn’t catch me. I landed it.
And Hive? Hive remembers.
Not the fall — the bounce.
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