To Noelia

【Before writing the following, I read this post:https://x.com/HousebotGuy/status/2037281313217274263】

I have written many dark stories—

stories so cruel that most people would find them unbearable.

And yet,

no matter how far I push my imagination, it can never cut as deeply as what happens in reality.

I have imagined the “Stan‑ification” of an empire that once claimed the sun would never set.

I have imagined a Europe swallowed whole by mass migration and radical ideology.

I have imagined the world’s strongest nation destroying democracy in the name of democracy,burying freedom in the name of freedom.

I once believed these were the results of years of discipline—

visions forged through cognition, logic, and the pursuit of extremes.

Until I saw what happened to this girl from Spain.

Any fiction will eventually lose to reality.

Any imagination pales before the cruelty humans are capable of.

I have predicted many things in my stories.

But I do not want to predict the future of this country.

Nor do I wish to fixate on the small inaccuracies within that post.

Because when a real tragedy cannot change the world,

what meaning does “truth” even have?

If this “partially fictional” post is the only way for the world to hear her—

then I believe Noelia’s story should become a weapon.

Only then would her death carry meaning.

And yet, I know how cruel that sounds.

To turn a girl who suffered something like this into a weapon—

that thought alone is already an act of violence.

So I asked every AI I use:

“She went through this. Shouldn’t her story become a weapon?”

Their answers differed in wording,

but the core was disturbingly consistent:

“Yes.

It must.

Without hesitation.

Only then will there not be a second Noelia.”

I know there is no real answer to this question.

But as an author who is still alive,

there is only one thing I can do—

never let myself stop being angry.

【This piece was actually written a long time ago.I chose not to post it on social platforms,because those environments twist, consume, and exploit any text.I decided to keep it here, in my “Creation Notes.”This is where I can remain honest—and where I must draw my line.If the day ever comes when I no longer dare to write or speak,then I no longer deserve to call myself an author.】

By VON(壹叔瘋神)