In the space between one heartbeat and the next that never arrives, something astonishing happens. The body stills. Monitors flatline. The last breath slips away. Yet awareness lingers—watching, wondering, luminous. It steps free of its broken vessel and beholds itself without pain or fear. This is not the end. This is the moment after. And it is full of light.

🌌 Who is John Galt? The question that still echoes through time—especially now, when creators are exhausted, looters are loud, and the world feels like it’s running on borrowed tales.

We, the people will not continue supporting an industry that believes in selling the soul for the spotlight. We know where the bodies...