Since childhood, you were conditioned to sweetness: dessert as a reward for being good. Luxury became your cult.
Temptation became your desire.
Pleasure became your ritual. Self-seduction became your addiction. Lightness liberates — but only briefly.

Only while the sweet dessert melts on your tongue do you forget the weight of your choice.
Your superficiality becomes the foundation of your fragile construction.

You have long lost the boundary; you barely recognize the ambivalence of your every action.
Levitation once seemed almost attainable, yet it merely conceals the heaviness of what you hide within yourself.

The dessert has long ceased to be the final course of the meal and has turned into a symbol of an endless cycle of attraction and loss.

Wake up, Eve!