The influencers offer to sell their lies to you with promises of golden ink or wings made from a silken thread. How many tears made of diamonds did they shed on those not worth it?

A product you bought from their hero, at double the price.

Wings of mold, ink made out of blood.

The victims laughed so hard that they cried at their foolishness.

Then the real tears came.

Tears that sting and cut only you. And they lie that your tears don't affect them, in their sad attempts to not take ownership.