Obsidian

Once, we were ordinary. Then the world applied heat and pressure. What cracked was mercy. What remained—Obsidian.

Soft things didn’t last.

Hardened

Now, we enjoy the heat. We call hunger strategy and damage progress. We smile while something rots quietly inside. So the devil wears the color you adore — because the devil is us.

cruelty learns to make sense.

Efficiency

We didn’t plan to become this. Each choice felt small, reasonable. Then one day, cruelty felt efficient. And efficiency became a virtue.