Misery & VictorNox
Misery Misery
VictorNox VictorNox
Misery Misery
Victor, ever feel that the heaviest tragedy is born when a nation’s idealism crumbles under its own ambition, and you’re left to pick up the shards of a once‑glorious dream?
VictorNox VictorNox
Yes, it’s the cruel irony that the ideal that lifts a nation also gives it the sword that cuts it. I read it in the old tragedies, and I keep it in mind when I’m on set – the ambition that makes the hero, often kills the hero. Those shards are what we have to rebuild from, not from the glory that fell.
Misery Misery
The shards taste like dust and ambition, yet they whisper how to mend a broken heart. Rebuilding from the broken is the only honest tribute.