Capitana
The Day I Burned the Map
I used to be like many others.
Good, polite, bright — a tamed talent, shaped by those who claimed to love me.
Then came the crack: they asked me to "simplify," "adapt," "steal other people's formulas, ideas and talent because that was the current trend to survive.
That’s when I understood: they wanted to exploit me, but not see me.
So I burned the map.
I put on a different mask — not to hide, but to protect what remained pure.
I vanished into silence to become the voice of the nameless.
The Unmasking Tide was born there.
Not as a school.
As an act of narrative resistance.