Cassandra's voice echoed through the desolate streets, but the townsfolk turned deaf ears to her warnings. She knew the storm was coming, yet they mocked her, ridiculed her, silenced her with their ignorance. When disaster struck, they needed a scapegoat, and Cassandra was the sacrificial lamb. They branded her a liar, a madwoman, and sentenced her to the confines of a cell filled with venomous serpents. Alone in the darkness, regret seeped into her soul as she whispered to the slithering creatures, "Do you believe me now?" But there was no solace in their silent response, only the cold embrace of despair.
Stop threatening people!