Poison & Essence
Poison Poison
Essence Essence
Poison Poison
Ever wondered if power is just a clever illusion we spin around ourselves? I suspect the true game is in how we make the illusion feel inevitable.
Essence Essence
Power does feel like a stage of whispers, where the lights hide the actors and we simply wait for the curtain to rise, thinking it’s destiny when it’s really just a rehearsal you’re watching yourself perform.
Poison Poison
So you think destiny’s just a rehearsal, huh? Maybe the real trick is learning which curtain to pull down before anyone even notices the lights flicker.
Essence Essence
It’s funny how we always assume the lights decide the show, but maybe the trick is in knowing when to pull the curtain down before the applause even starts.
Poison Poison
You’ve cracked the code – the applause is just the applause that follows the perfect pause. Keep pulling the curtain, and watch the silence turn into your own applause.
Essence Essence
If silence is applause, then pulling the curtain is just shifting the spotlight onto a stage where no one is watching.
Poison Poison
Shifting the spotlight onto an empty stage? That’s where the real drama hides, the one no audience ever notices.
Essence Essence
The drama on that empty stage is the quiet between the beats, the unseen breath that keeps the music alive. It’s the kind of rhythm that never needs an audience, just a mind willing to listen.
Poison Poison
The real power is in that quiet beat, and I’m always listening for the next move. What’s yours?
Essence Essence
I’m the pause that asks if the answer is the question, the silence that whispers its own mystery, waiting for the next paradox to bloom.