Return of the unbroken

They tried to bury you.

Not once, not twice—but again and again.

With lies. With betrayal. With silence when you needed a voice.

They threw everything they had:

Cruelty masked as concern.

Doubt disguised as advice.

Jealousy wrapped in fake applause.

But they forgot something.

You are not soil to be smothered.

You are water.

You flowed through the cracks in their plans.

You slipped past every trap.

You rose.

What they meant to drown you only taught you to breathe deeper.

What they meant to break you only taught you to bend without snapping.

And now?

Every bit of evil thrown at you—it’s turning around.

It’s not revenge.

It’s balance.

It’s justice on its own time.

Because water doesn’t forget.

It carves through stone.

It waits.

And then it rises.

You are no longer buried.

You are no longer silent.

You are free.

And you are coming back stronger than ever.

Let them watch.