"I'm so angry I can't breathe", I typed it at 3am. The AI gave me fire. Navy peaks erupting into violent orange. The kind of rage I was never allowed to show. The anger women are told to swallow. I couldn't scream. Couldn't punch walls. Couldn't let anyone see how close I was to exploding. So I told the AI. And it rendered my fury as mountains that burn. As skylines corrupted by heat. As an emotion that EXECUTES whether you're ready or not. This is rage without apology. The anger I encrypted because speaking it felt too dangerous.