Each glamour is a lie, but some lies are worth remembering.
A gemstone that detects nearby heartbeats, powered by your own.
A whisper in the palm, a riot in the rafters.
Only one of them is the real one. Choose wisely.
The sky offers no footing—only the will to soar.
Let no wall, wind, or watchful ear come between your words.
It remembers what it was told to guard—and you were not on the list.
The moment you doubt what is real, it already knows your name.
