He wasn't invisible to the world—the world was simply finished with him.
Elias cleared his throat. Nothing. He tapped the marble. Marco continued to steam milk for a customer behind him. Desprezo
Elias finally understood the weight of his own life’s work. He had spent decades looking down on others, treating them as obstacles or tools. Now, the universe was simply returning the favor. He wasn't being punished; he was being mirrored. He wasn't invisible to the world—the world was