Europe was not a civilization—it was a fracture masquerading as form. A scar that thought itself a face. From its first breath it was born of split tongues and severed spirits, stitched together by ice, steel, plague, and punishment. It is not the absence of wholeness that defines Europe—but its violent refusal of it. While other peoples danced in spirals, moved in cycles, healed in circles, Europe marched in straight lines—to war, to conquest, to the abyss. It amputated itself from the earth, t