⠀ LOG ENDS; Ribcage Vibrate Quietly.🦋 Bench ≠ Rest. Fatigue ≠ Failure Pain ≠ Punishment 😌. Skin hums beneath compression fabric, where wounds once bloomed like data leaks. Shoulders hold echoes of collapsed versions, stacked like discarded blueprints. Knees bend in reverence to gravity—not surrender. | Calculation. Will. | Memory chip logged in muscle. | No voice. No partner. | Only the clank of prophecy. | And silence, | dressed in weight plates.🦋 “Burnout is worship. Every rep—an offering to the void I outgrew.”
