All roads lead back to you 🪄 #electronicmusic youtube.com/shorts/r8DD0yyZp… через @YouTube @Unimerce1 Mer, you write amazing songs—and, above all, wise ones; I’m eagerly awaiting the next one.

Side Quest:

My whimsical firecracker 🖤🔥

Still thinking about how Michelangelo said excellent people like to solitude-max because they don't want to "corrupt themselves with the vain conversation of idle persons and degrade their thoughts"

They tortured her in a bathtub filled with ice for hours, nearly drowning her over and over. She never spoke a single word. And decades later, her brother would name the world's most famous perfume after her. Catherine Dior was born into French wealth in 1917, but the Depression erased it all. Then came 1941, when she met Hervé des Charbonneries in Cannes—a man who showed her that some things matter more than comfort. She joined the F2 Resistance network as a courier, carrying intelligence on German troop movements. Every message she delivered could save dozens of lives. In July 1944, the Gestapo found her. They beat her. They submerged her in freezing water until her lungs burned for air, pulling her up only to demand names, then plunging her back down again. The torture lasted hours, then days, then weeks. It was designed to shatter anyone. Catherine gave them nothing. Not a single name. Not one location. Her silence saved countless lives, though it ravaged her body and left scars that never fully healed. Ravensbrück concentration camp came next. Somehow she survived that too. When the war ended, she didn't reclaim wealth or status. She became a florist at Les Halles market in Paris, selling jasmine and roses alongside Hervé. In 1947, her brother Christian was naming his first perfume. As he debated options with his muse, Catherine walked into the room. "Ah, there's Miss Dior!" someone exclaimed. Christian's face changed. He had found his name. The perfume became legendary—jasmine and rose notes that were, unknowingly, a tribute to the flowers Catherine tended daily. It was her story of renewal, bottled for the world. She spent her remaining years as guardian of the Dior legacy, surrounded by beauty and the quiet triumph of simply being alive. The next time you catch the scent of Miss Dior, you're not just smelling perfume. You're breathing in the story of a woman who survived the ice and chose the flowers. -My History Club

You are made for movies...