The scene: January wind, a rooftop full of scavenged electronics, and Tabitha balancing a small vial between stern fingers. The poison isn’t always chemical; sometimes it’s a truth that dissolves façades. People fear poison because it’s invisible, insistent. Tabitha’s version is a clarifying fire: it burns away what pretends to be whole.
The scene: January wind, a rooftop full of scavenged electronics, and Tabitha balancing a small vial between stern fingers. The poison isn’t always chemical; sometimes it’s a truth that dissolves façades. People fear poison because it’s invisible, insistent. Tabitha’s version is a clarifying fire: it burns away what pretends to be whole.