There are no accidents, only the things we don’t yet understand. A man sits alone at the end of the day, the light falling out of the sky like old soldiers dropping from a war they can’t win. The coffee’s gone cold. The heart too, maybe. And then the screen flickers. A video, a voice. A sentence simple and strong: “God placed this on your s

"They Wanted War — I Gave Them Silence"They wanted it to mean something. The stalking, the subtle aggression, the fake names typed on keyboards in dim-lit rooms—they wanted all of it to mean something to me. Like war. They needed the title: Enemy. They needed the chase, the drama, the grand clash of minds. But the silence I gave them instead? T