Do not mistake my isolation for sadness. I sit behind a glass wall. I see you. You cannot touch me. You cannot impress me. You cannot manipulate me because I have already mapped your psychological algorithm in the first 3 seconds of conversation.

I speak Arabic to understand the soul, French to structure the logic, Spanish for the fire, English for the market, and Russian for the darkness. I am a polyglot of power. This Veenew page is not a diary. It is a broadcast tower. I am not here to make friends. I am here to remind you that while you search for a tribe, I have already become a nation of one.

Now, watch me work.