Chaos does not vanish when silence takes its place. It grows between the cracks, pressing against the skin, blooming where words are buried.
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Chaos does not vanish when silence takes its place. It grows between the cracks, pressing against the skin, blooming where words are buried.
⚫⚪ EPISODE 6 — “THE SILENCED SELF”
There is a voice inside you… that never disappeared.
It only became quieter… each time you chose silence over truth.
Not because you wanted to lie— but because speaking came with a cost.
So you learned to hold back. To filter your thoughts. To swallow your reality before it could make others uncomfortable.
And slowly… your silence became your identity.
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Look closely…
It’s not just your mouth that is being covered—
It is your expression. Your honesty. Your existence.
The things you should have said. The moments you should have stood firm. The truth you kept editing just to be accepted.
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But here is what no one told you:
Every time you silence yourself… you teach the world that your voice does not matter.
And after a while… even you start to believe it.
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This is your awakening:
Your voice was never the problem. Your truth was never too much.
You were just surrounded by people who were not ready to hear it.
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So now ask yourself—
How much of you have you hidden just to be tolerated?
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You didn’t lose your voice… you were trained to hide it. 💎⚫⚪
Fight
Sometimes I feel like I want to fight for the rest of the days of my life. I rather face a fight than to run away.
Could this mean I want to bury myself?
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Curtis had completely forgotten he was still in his Poke Idol outift after the concert, he really should have changed. “U-Um… Yeah… a bit.” He replied with an awkward chuckle.
She nodded, never taking her eyes off of the groaning men, nor her finger off the trigger of the gun.
"So, my data feed tells me you're a hotshot superstar. Weird for you to be walking around without security, isn't it?" she asked casually. "You should probably go, I'm alerting the police to our location now. Believe me, you don't want the media to find out about this one."
Curtis looked around the strange town quietly, his hat pulled low over his eyes, ok... he had to stay desecrate. This was a new region, and a new town. His alter ego, Christoph, the Poke Idol was supposed to sing here, but he was lost... He turned around quickly as he saw a couple men, "Um... Who are you?" The men stepped forward silently, making Curtis step back, "U-Uh..." [hidden-voice]
This gang member numbered low: a mere four men, in fact. Emma was already on their trail. In fact, that was exactly why five men were cornering Curtis.
Just as one made a lunge at the young male, another leaped into action, holding a leg out to cause him to trip and fall onto the pavement. Everything that happened next was a blur of black and red. One gang member, punched straight into a stone wall. Another, leg hooked and tripped, falling onto the ground. The last managed to pull a gun, but a sudden intense migraine caused him to drop it onto the ground, giving Emma an opening to roundhouse him to the ground and seize the weapon.
Her disguise faded as she backed up towards Curtis, aiming the gun at any of the men who tried to make a motion to stand. On the other end of the alley, an Espurr stood, it’s gaze fixated on the one who’d dropped the gun.
"Good job, Mimi," Emma congratulated. "Lessee… Robert, Matthew, Nicole, and Sune. That looks to be all of them." Without even turning her helmeted head, she addressed Curtis. "Hello, Christoph. A bit of an inconvenient place to be, huh?"