The Ides of March

Caesar knew death was coming before the first blade touched his skin. A soothsayer warned

him. Beware the Ides of March. Caesar laughed it off.

The night before, he woke from a nightmare drenched in sweat, visions of blood and betrayal.

His wife Calpurnia begged him to stay home. Bad omens everywhere. Strange dreams.

Whispers of conspiracy. For a moment, he hesitated. But pride won. I cannot hide from

fear, he said. When he walked into the Senate, every smile concealed

a dagger. Sixty senators surrounded him. The prophecy unfolded exactly as foreseen.

Caesar didn't meet his fate by accident. He walked straight into it, eyes open.