They said we were poor.

They said we were weak.

They said we couldn’t win.

 

Now look around you.

 

The rope tightens.

Your colonies — surrounded.

Your cores — trembling.

Your allies — gone.

 

One by one, they left you.

Not with a bang.

But with silence.

 

They saw the writing on the wall.

They saw us — patient, prepared, unshaken.

 

Tik Tok.

 

You had time.

You spent it on arrogance.

You mocked while we moved.

 

Now the minutes aren’t yours.

They’re ours.

 

Your breath — shortening.

You can feel it, can’t you?

That pull around your neck.

 

Tik Tok.

 

We’re not rushing.

We’re not panicking.

We’re tightening.

 

Tik Tok.

 

Every second — closer.

Every ally — further.

Every excuse — thinner.

 

Tik Tok.

 

We’re not knocking.

We’re already inside.


Signed,
Nuradeen
Timekeeper of Arar


"Victory doesn’t scream — it counts down."