Exactly. This isn’t a siege—it’s a parade. The gates weren’t breached; they were thrown open, and the Trojan Horse was wheeled in with cheers, draped in flags and hollow promises.
And you’re right—the heat is only just beginning to rise. The ones who let it happen still believe they’re just warming their hands by the fire. By the time they realize they’re in the pot, it may be too late.
Exactly. This isn’t a siege—it’s a parade. The gates weren’t breached; they were thrown open, and the Trojan Horse was wheeled in with cheers, draped in flags and hollow promises.
And you’re right—the heat is only just beginning to rise. The ones who let it happen still believe they’re just warming their hands by the fire. By the time they realize they’re in the pot, it may be too late.
Exactly. This isn’t a siege—it’s a parade. The gates weren’t breached; they were thrown open, and the Trojan Horse was wheeled in with cheers, draped in flags and hollow promises.
And you’re right—the heat is only just beginning to rise. The ones who let it happen still believe they’re just warming their hands by the fire. By the time they realize they’re in the pot, it may be too late.