Apocalypse Chic

Everything’s burning and you’re wearing sunglasses indoors.

Your system is overwhelmed, your thoughts are spiraling, and somehow... you’ve slipped into ironic detachment. You’re *too* aware, *too* overstimulated, and it’s weirdly fabulous.

This is sympathetic freeze. High alert with nowhere to go. Style as armor. Humor as defense. You’re doing what you can to feel in control when everything feels absurd.

Take off the shades. Literally or metaphorically. Look outside. Breathe. Let one real thing find you.

You don’t need to be aesthetic about your survival. You’re allowed to be soft beneath the cool.

The fire is real. So is your resilience.