December does not lie. It exposes. This is the month where the world’s glitter loses its grip and the mask begins to slip—revealing the strained smiles, the hollow rituals, and the truth most spend eleven months trying to outrun. The Lone Wolf sees it instantly.Not because of cynicism—but because clarity has no tolerance for the performance. When you stop participating in the act, the fractures glow like fault lines beneath thin ice. The Brightness Reveals the Cracks The brig