Cassandra

Borrowing the myth's disbelieved prophet, this writes "I'm telling the truth, you call me mad." Haven't you fought to warn someone, only to be dismissed as a joke?

Eerie echo for a "misunderstood to isolation" cold. Taylor makes "the cost of truth" spine-tingling. You'll remember when you saw it, yet none would listen.

This is an interpretation based on publicly available material. Not official commentary.

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