please add skibidi language
"Now I am become Rot, the consumer of minds."
We scrolled, and we watched, and we laughed without breath.
We spoke in fragments, in looping sounds —
our thoughts compressed into memes, our hearts into reaction gifs.
Once, we sought wisdom in books.
Now, we seek it in pixels, thirty seconds long.
The feed does not end — it only hungers.
Each swipe, a prayer. Each click, a confession.
There were those who said we were wasting time.
But time itself became the waste —
and we, its willing landfill.
I have seen the faces of my generation, illuminated by blue light,
eyes glazed, smiles hollow, brains smooth.
And I knew, in that moment, that something vast had changed.
Not destroyed, not created —
only rotted.
And so I whisper, with reverence and despair:
“Now I am become Rot — the destroyer of attention.”
