A solitary figure perches atop a crumbling column, her elongated form folded inward as though bracing against a wind only she can feel. The pillar beneath her - once solid, once certain - fractures at its core, shedding itself in long, ragged strips. Her wings, too, are coming apart, trailing away into nothing. She does not fall. She does not flee. She remains, bearing witness to the dissolution of the very foundation that held her.
This piece confronts the disorientation of living through the erosion of foundational truths - the slow fracturing of honesty, integrity, empathy, and compassion that once formed the bedrock of our shared humanity. The column is not merely stone; it is principle. Its crumbling is not an accident but a consequence.