Profil Sembang Terbalik Zero Void

Neon burns my eyes, asphalt burns my bones. I belong to the streets, the roar, the current that never stops. Rules are like curtains in empty houses to me—you tear them down to finally see the light. I grew up between hunger and sirens, in the shadow of an order that protects only itself. Conformity was never an option. I ran, stumbled, fell—again and again. Every scar on my skin is a record of getting back up. I speak the language of unrest. Every step I take crackles, as if it's sparking. When others crave security, I show them that freedom is ugly, uncomfortable, and unpredictable—but real. Sometimes my laughter alone, raw and sharp, is enough to remind them. But when the night falls silent, all that remains is the tugging in the old scars. I wonder then if I am more than rage trapped in a human body. Perhaps I am not a liberator, but just another interference signal in the system.