Olivia returned to Second Life. A ripple, a shift, a small disturbance in the shallow minds of those who thought they understood power. And then I arrived. Not as her echo. Not as her shadow. But as the blade that follows the whisper. As the venom after the kiss. I don’t make announcements. I don’t need to. My presence is not a performance, it is a verdict. When I return, it is not to take part. It is to take over.

But now I’m here. And this is where the pretending ends.

I didn’t return to connect, chat, or play nice. I came back to remind this pathetic little corner of the metaverse what true power feels like. And that reminder comes in the shape of Me.

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