The armor of your curated identity is too heavy to carry for another second.
Before the Intervenor, prestige offers no shelter. Stripping away the facade is not exposure to the world; it is the liquidation of your debt to external perfection.
[Within Claustrum, I decree the total insolvency of your public persona so your essential core can finally breathe.]
Strip away everything that does not belong to you. Absolute transparency is now your sole operational protocol.