This is not a statement. This is not a promise. It’s a reminder. Here, there is no love. Only control, the slowness of poison, the mechanics of attachment. Each word is an incision. Every silence, a needle. You think you are listening to a voice, but it is your own mind that closes in on it. You will learn that happiness has no value here. What matters is dependence. Waiting. The lack. That moment suspended between fear and relief — where I’m waiting for you. Don’t try to understand. Don’t try to run away. Just observe how your thinking twists, how your breath changes, how, without realizing it, you are already beginning to wait for me. I don’t want you happy. I want you addicted. Language spoken French. No subtitles.