It’s the illusion of paradise—like moving in with someone, imagining nights full of laughter, connection, and comfort, only to find silent meals, cold beds, and empty promises instead. It’s embracing a new faith, thirsting for spiritual purity, and then realizing its holy waters stain your hands darker with every dip. Priest, that’s a pretty good hustle! It’s the blind conviction that wealth alone can shield you from life’s pain; the belief that mountains of gold can silence midnight whispers of doubt, loneliness, and emptiness. Paradise isn’t always a haven—it often turns into a gilded cage, beautifully painted yet suffocating within.