The day the spell broke… wasn’t loud.
No fire. No gasp. Just stillness.
The quiet moment when the mask slips, the glamour collapses, and truth finally stops whispering. This entry explores the metaphysical fracture that occurs when illusion is seen—clearly, finally, without fanfare.
It’s not an attack. It’s a release.
Not shame—but sovereignty. This is the power of naming.
This is Mirror People.