#red mirror

They built a stage out of anger a kingdom made of sound where every wound became a weapon and every enemy was found

They wore the color like armor held the slogan like a prayer believing if they shouted louder the truth would disappear

A promise wrapped in nostalgia a dream of yesterday a golden picture painted over all the cracks along the way

They gathered beneath the banners beneath the flashing lights where fear became a currency and outrage fueled by nights

The crowd became a mirror reflecting all that they feared a thousand voices drowning out the doubts they refuse to hear

They called it a movement called it a righteous fight but some lost themselves completely chasing someone else's fake light

Because power loves a follower and anger loves a throne It whispers "you are chosen" while leaving them all alone

The greatest tragedy isn't that the people want a cause it's when they hand away their hearts and never once see the loss

A nation isn't healed by hatred dressed up as pride or by building walls between us and telling us to choose a side

So I watch this red tide rising the division and all this pain wondering how many lost souls will lose themselves within the flame

This isn't real.

Some character designs that I've been stuck thinking about all week.