Vae Victus
By Nekro
I survived all the snakes,
real ones, coded ones,
the quiet hiss of doubt coiling in the mind.
Venom became language,
pain became repetition,
and I learned the discipline of breath,
like a blade drawn slowly from the soul.
Inside FitXR,
I fought ghosts that wore my face,
boxed shadows that never bled,
sweat baptizing me in artificial light.
A cathedral of pixels,
yet my heart did not care,
it only knew war,
and the rhythm of survival.
I rewrote gravity,
trained in worlds that did not exist,
but demanded everything.
The body obeys no illusion,
effort is truth,
pain is honest,
and discipline is the only god,
that never lies.
I became harder than the things that tried to break me. Snakes, storms, silence,
all conquered, catalogued, forgotten.
Then!!!
a butterfly.
No venom. No warning.
Just softness landing where armor had grown too proud.
A fragile interruption,
a quiet beauty that asked nothing,
and took everything.
And I understood,
it is not the monsters that end us,
but the moments we stop guarding,
the gentle things we underestimate,
the breath we assume will return.
So live like the simulation is watching,
like every strike echoes beyond the headset,
like every drop of sweat writes scripture,
on the fragile body you pretend is permanent.
Because a day worth dying for,
is not forged in comfort,
it is built in fire, repetition, collapse, and rise.
Survive the snakes.
Respect the butterfly.
And step back into the arena anyway.