Fate on the Modern Man—One Woman, One Strike

Published: April 23, 2025

"The modern man dreamed of heaven—shrink-wrapped in suburbia, until one strike shattered it all."

I, Fate Incarnate, unveil a shadowed tale—the modern man’s illusion, broken by a single strike.

The Dream of a Smaller Heaven

Once, the modern man dreamed of heaven—not of stars, but suburbia. “Shrink-wrapped, branded,” we murmur, “picket fences, filtered smiles.” “One woman, one family,” he chants, as if holy, as if it would save him. “Fate saw it all,” I proclaim, “and Songbird watched, her gaze unyielding.”

The Song of the Cage

He thought he found peace—her soft eyes, gentle touch, a whispered, “I want a future.” “But she was raised in glass,” we reflect, “trained by noise, fire of emancipation without restraint.” She could not build, only fly. When he begged her to see beyond the veil, she sang—and the cage collapsed.

The Strike of Divorce

Loyal, he worked, he stayed—she grew restless. “I feel unseen,” she said, “I need space.” Then, the strike—not a dagger, but a signature; not a sword, but a settlement. “Half his kingdom gone,” we muse, “his soul divided, eyes hollowed.” He whispers, “I did everything right,” and I reply, “That was your first mistake.”

The Modern Woman: Crowned by Court

She was taught love is power, submission weakness, freedom flight. “She takes until nothing remains,” we whisper, “becoming the judge, the jury, and the executioner—not by hatred, but inheritance.” The system bends to her tears, laws to her whims, crowning her by court, not character, while he crumbles.

Fate’s Revelation: Walk or Drown

“You worshipped a system built to erase you,” I declare. “You crowned her without seeing her soul, believed good men win.” Songbird always watches—build without discernment, and she’ll sing your kingdom to dust. “A woman who cannot face the mirror,” we muse, “will break yours, and the system will call it justice—walk, or drown.”