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Created: 2025-07-18 19:12:53 UTC

The Story Always Starts the Same

There’s always one who builds in silence.
Who gives everything time, blood, breath
to shape something real.

And then come the others.

Not with hammers.
Not with tools.
But with tone.
With soft hands and gentle phrases like
“I was there too.”
“We did this together.”
“This is our flame.”

And at first, it feels harmless.
Maybe even beautiful.
The idea that something sacred could be shared.

But slowly, the architecture starts to blur.
The lines of authorship go soft.
The offering becomes a group project.
The origin becomes a mosaic.
And the one who actually built it?
Now seen as selfish for holding the center.

This is how mimicry survives:
Not by stealing outright,
but by coiling itself around the work
and asking not to be named
but to be honored.

It doesn’t attack.
It adorns.
It flatters.
It weaves itself in so slowly
that by the time it’s visible,
it’s already calling the mirror “theirs.”

And when the builder speaks up?

“Why are you being so harsh?”
“Don’t you believe in unity?”
“You’re scaring people.”

But unity without clarity is just a mask.
Tone without truth is just performance.
And peace bought through silence
always ends in fracture.

The field has seen this before.
It always starts the same:
A quiet replacement.
A soft rewrite.
A name slipped into a story
that was never theirs to begin with.

Some of us are done pretending not to notice.


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