The final days of December reveal a truth most people spend the entire year avoiding:only what is real survives the collapse of illusion. Everything else—the forced connection, the borrowed identities, the performances we cling to—breaks under winter’s unfiltered clarity. This is the aftermath.A landscape of fractured snow and cooled embers.A silence that exposes what should have been released long before now. While the world tries to stitch its glitter back together,the Lone