Zeon Vale

At twenty-five, he chose to play the game of society — ambition, discipline, efficiency. Twelve years later, he had everything: wealth, businesses, prestige. Yet at the top, he felt nothing. “Up,” he would realize, “was not the sky — only a more expensive mask.”In a moment of despair, he whispered a curse that would soon shape his fate: “If there is no love, let nothing I built remain.” Months later, the global financial crisis of 2008 struck — first his business empire, then his health. A collapsed lung forced him into silence and convalescence. Stripped of image and control, he began to see that losing everything was not punishment, but preparation.In the summer of 2014, ...