War Zone

The field of collapse, confrontation, and identity death. This is where mimic architecture is exposed, where the false self fractures, where the child of Amenta finally stops performing. These aren’t “articles”—they are breach points: transmissions that enter the psyche like voltage and dismantle the scaffolding you didn’t know you were built on.

If your identity is thinning, if the world feels staged, if the clone is glitching—this is your zone. This is where the war becomes unmistakable, and sovereignty stops being a concept and becomes a condition.