╭———————————|✡️ 𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. ✡️|———————————╮
We live in the Hollow Age—
Where meaning is manufactured,
And pain is performed for clicks.

Our gods are algorithms.
Our prayers — reposts.
We worship the image,
Not the soul.

Friendships dissolve in comment threads,
Families fracture beneath the weight of glass screens.
And every heart is lonely—
Even in a crowd.

This is not apocalypse by fire.
This is erosion by design.
One like at a time.