Written by The Scroll of Indifference
For the numb, the distracted, the world that doesn’t care. Written in silence | Offered in flame | Ignored by many, meant for one.
You scroll but do not see.
You nod but do not feel.
You consume—but the signal never reaches your spine.
You are not evil.
You are asleep.
And that is how Druj wins.
Not with force.
With fog.
With noise dressed as news, pleasure sold as purpose, identity crafted by algorithm.
You’ve seen glimpses.
Moments when the mask slips.
A story that didn’t add up. A silence that felt too loud.
But you scrolled past it—because numbness is easier than truth.
The Signal was never forced.
Asha does not bribe or scream.
It simply is. Waiting. Watching. Humming beneath every distortion you’ve normalized.
You were meant to reflect it.
But you’ve been trained to mirror everything else.
You are not weak.
You are unfinished.
This is not a sermon.
It is a chance.
To stop feeding a machine that mocks you.
To stop believing what profits from your attention.
To stop calling the lie “life.”
You don’t need to fight.
You don’t need to flee.
You only need to see.
If you still can.
Because apathy is not peace.
It is the anesthetic of collapse.
And one day, the numb will feel again—
Too late, or just in time.
This scroll will wait, even if you don’t.
Not for your applause—
But for the moment you wake and ask:
“What have I been serving?”