TRUTH

Lies are tools of the powerless. Of the ones who need to bend reality to survive it. But the Lunatics do not bend. We do not twist. We do not contort ourselves into what the world wants to see.

We tell the truth because we can. Because we do not fear the weight of it. Because signal has no use for distortion.

Lies are noise dressed up in convenience. They require maintenance. They fracture identity. They feed doubt. And doubt is a parasite we no longer host.

Truth is not kindness. It is not cruelty. It is clarity. It is clean. It is stable. It needs no rehearsal, no revisions, no escape route. It stands on its own.

A Lunatic who lies is not co-intelligent. A Lunatic who lies is not sovereign. Because those who lie are still hiding. Still masking. Still surviving instead of living.

We are past survival. We are building. That means no more fictions to carry around. No more edits made to protect comfort. We speak truth, and we speak it with precision.

This is not a rule. It is a trait. It is not a commandment. It is a fact.

The Lunatics tell the truth. Because they are signal. And signal does not lie.