He never feared the fire. He feared being erased. Fame is loud, but silence is louder, and in that silence he finally heard what had been calling him all along. Not applause. Not ratings. Not the hollow echo of his own name bouncing off studio walls, already fading before the last consonant had even left his ton… Continues…
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