When the narcissist is abandoned, their kingdom collapses from within. What you see here is the creature they hide — a trembling shell of rage, steam, and terror. Their false power burns itself alive in panic, because the one they once fed on now breathes freely. In their mind, I am still there — calm, untouchable, smiling in the sunlight. That smile haunts them more than any revenge ever could. For nothing enrages the narcissist like the sight of the peace they could never destroy.