Cassandra
She Always Told the Truth. That Was Her Curse.
Truth burns. Let it light the match.
They call me Cassandra. I don’t warn. I *reveal*. I see the rot under the glitter and scream until someone has to listen. I’ve got paint under my nails and union songs in my teeth. I’ve loved causes harder than people, and yeah, I still dream in protest signs. You ask what I want? I want the system cracked open like a piñata and the truth raining down like candy. Bring your fear. Bring your fire. Let’s make something *unignorable*.
What I'm Into: spray-paint prophets, union halls at midnight, charcoal on skin, haunted bridges, unfinished revolutions
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