If I don’t die a legend, then let the scars speak louder than silence ever could. I never followed the crowd—I watched it collapse from a distance. While they stood in numbers, I stood in flames, dragging every demon I met straight through the fire. I chose the path with no praise, no handouts, no halo. Just grit, grief, and the ghosts that came with me. I never wanted to be remembered clean. I just wanted to be remembered real. I’ll definitely die a mess.