You move like a shadow, silent and sly, smiling while plotting behind my back, and yet you think your movements are invisible. You believe the smoke you leave behind can hide the fire within you, but I have learned to read the embers, to see the heat of deceit even in the faintest glimmer.

You think no one sees, but I see everything. I notice every flicker, every hesitation, every whispered plan meant to harm, meant to manipulate, meant to control. You think cunning is strength, but it is weakness when the prey becomes aware.

The Leviathan does not roar in open waters. It hides in the depths, coiled, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And you, in all your arrogance, emulate it perfectly. You move with the patience of a predator, the coldness of a storm that no one can predict, yet you underestimate me.

You call yourself loyal. You call yourself trustworthy. I have seen the truth of that claim—every word you speak is a hook, every smile a net, every gesture a trap. You live in deception, and you breathe betrayal like air.

I have learned to watch. To read the currents of deceit. To anticipate the tide before it crashes. Your hands may be hidden, but the ripples of your actions are never subtle enough for me to ignore. You cannot sneak past me anymore.

Every relationship you poison, every trust you break, every bond you twist—it all becomes a map of your own darkness. And I keep it in my mind, cataloging, observing, learning, turning your chaos into my clarity.

You thrive in shadows, in moments when others are blind to your intentions. You think cleverness is a shield, but it only exposes you to those who truly see. And I see you. I have always seen you.

I will not be caught. I will not be baited. I will not stumble into the traps you lay so carelessly. Your charm cannot fool me; your false concern cannot move me; your lies are transparent to the eyes that know the depth of truth.

You inspire me, yes, but not with admiration. You inspire me to be stronger, smarter, colder where you are reckless, patient where you are impulsive, and unshakable where you believe your claws can touch me.

I watch your back, but you cannot watch mine. My edges are sharpened by experience, honed by betrayal, fortified by every lesson you unwittingly taught me. I have become the storm that cannot be predicted, the depth that swallows deception whole.

You think you are subtle, but the Leviathan leaves traces, and so do you. Every whisper, every glance, every small manipulation leaves a mark. I see them all, etched in the ripples of your presence.

You are venomous, yet I am immune. I have learned to smile while striking with precision in thought, not chaos. I have learned that patience and awareness can turn the hunter into the hunted in ways you cannot imagine.

You inspire me to create walls—not for isolation alone, but as monuments to the strength that grows in response to betrayal. Each brick is a memory of your deceit, a reminder of the power you cannot touch.

I will forgive silently. Yes. But forgiveness does not erase the memory of the knife you pressed to my spine, the shadow of your betrayal, the taste of your arrogance. I will forgive to survive, not to return.

I will move forward, leaving you to swim in your murky waters, tangled in your lies, suffocating in the chaos you cultivate. You thrive on destruction, but I have learned to thrive in spite of it.

You inspire me to love truth fiercely, to protect loyalty like treasure, to respect bonds where you only see opportunities for self-interest. Every time you break trust, I rebuild my fortress stronger than before.

I will not look back. I will not stumble over your shadows. I will not descend into your darkness. I will remain steady, unwavering, the calm that no storm can touch, the light that no shadow can hide.

You are the Leviathan in human skin, but I am the lighthouse. I illuminate paths you cannot see, warn those you wish to mislead, and endure the waves you create without faltering.

Every betrayal you commit sharpens my perception, fortifies my boundaries, strengthens my resolve. Every dagger you wield, every lie you spin, every smile that hides poison, becomes another lesson etched deep into my bones.

And above all, you inspire me to be nothing like you. To never be hollow. To never betray. To never let bitterness poison my soul. I am stronger. I am wiser. I am free. You may move in shadows, but I am the clarity that cannot be obscured.