
by Viedris Gabriel
Kafka is a name that is almost never spoken with kindness. At his school, he lived as a shadow—mocked, pushed aside, and broken little by little by jeers considered ordinary by the strong. Every day was a courtroom without a judge, and Kafka was always declared guilty simply for existing. This is not a story about heroism. It is a story about a lie called hope, a world that devours its own children, and a man who was shattered from the very beginning—only to rise not as a savior, but as a threat to fate itself. Because in this world, death is not the end. And for Kafka, survival means challenging everything that dares to call itself sacred.
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