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I came to a place where everything is forgotten — dust, concrete, silence. And the sound of my heels. I'm wearing high heels, and today I decided that everything under them should obey. Oranges are juicy, sticky, and fly apart underfoot. The eggs burst with a wet crack. The boxes crumple like weakness under my weight. I like to feel the fragile give up. Every step is like a command. Every crunch is like a recognition of my authority. It's not just a crash. It's a pleasure. Mine. And you? You're just watching— exactly where you're supposed to be.