Truth isn’t a prize sitting neatly on a pedestal, waiting for us to stroll up and claim it. It’s buried — layer upon layer — under the debris of curated history, engineered distractions, and gilded myths. To peel it back is to risk dismantling everything you thought was real, only to find another stage set beneath it. And still, the pull remains — to see beyond the dome, to know what lies past the sanctioned horizon.