What you don’t know… can’t hurt you. That is the cruelest truth of all. I have chased knowledge like a predator in the night, thinking that seeing everything would make me safe. But safety… safety is a lie whispered by those too timid to grasp the edges of reality.

Every secret I pry open bleeds into me. Every truth I clutch claws at my skin, leaving scars I cannot see but can feel. I have stared into the abyss, and the abyss has stared back… it grins. It mocks. It knows what I cannot unlearn.

Do you understand? The hunger for truth is a poison dressed in silver. The more you sip, the more it devours you, until there is nothing left but a hollow shell, echoing with whispers of what should have stayed hidden.

I have learned this too late. Too late to stop my hands from trembling as I open doors meant to remain locked. Too late to ignore the shadows that coil in the corners of my mind, waiting for my gaze, waiting for me to stumble.

So now I stand at the edge of everything I’ve seen. And I turn away. I turn my eyes from the truths that would fracture my soul, from the knowledge that would rend me asunder. Because sometimes… the only way to survive this world… is to close your eyes and pretend some things do not exist.

Ignorance is not weakness. Ignorance… is the last sanctuary for a heart that has already been torn to pieces.

And perhaps, in the silent darkness of not knowing, I will finally be free.