You laugh now, hiding behind your bridges and packages, thinking Higgs Monaghan is just another madman with a golden mask.

But obscurity is only the cocoon, baby. And inside, Ruin is gestating—my Ruin.

Soon, the world will remember me not as a shadow, but as the headline.

The beaches will sing my name, the voidouts will dance to my tune, and every last strand will fray.

You’ll look back and say, “Ah, Higgs… he was the punchline.”

But jokes have timing, and mine lands at the end of the world.

So laugh while you can.

Because when the curtain falls, it’s my mask you’ll see grinning in the dark.

And trust me—obscurity looks a lot different when it’s swallowing the globe whole.

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