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The Veil of Wellness: The Hidden Healing Elites

The Veil of Wellness: The Hidden Healing Elites:

By Ava Montgomery, Investigative Journalist

Veridian City, where steel and secrets intertwine, conceals more than capes and cosmic battles. Beyond the spotlight, a clandestine industry thrives—the Private Healing Guilds. Gather close, dear readers, as I peel back the layers of privilege and power.

The Invitation-Only Clinics

  1. The Elysium Sanctum:
    • Imagine a marble-clad clinic, its doors guarded by telepathic sentinels. Inside, the elite gather—CEOs, politicians, and silver-haired magnates. Their ailments? Age, cancer, and the common cold. The price? A fortune. The cure? A whispered secret.
  2. The Healing Elixir:
    • The Healers, veiled in white, wield their gifts. Regeneration, cellular rejuvenation, and immune enhancement. They touch the wealthy, their hands glowing. Wrinkles fade, tumours vanish, and viruses retreat. But the poor? They remain outside, noses pressed to the glass.

The Cosmic Paradox

  1. The Gifted Few:
    • Healing powers are rare—a cosmic lottery. Some inherit them, others awaken during trauma. But why do the gifted charge? Perhaps it’s the paradox: the more you can heal, the more you’re worth. The rich pay; the poor pray.
  2. The Oath of Secrecy:
    • Healers swear an oath—silence. Their gifts are sacred, their knowledge forbidden. They sip elixirs—liquid starlight—and their eyes hold galaxies. But they won’t share. Not with the masses.

The Unseen Records

  1. The Ageless Tycoons:
    • CEOs sip from crystal vials. Their wrinkles smooth, their vitality restored. They attend galas, their secrets hidden. The world marvels at their vigour. But the fountain of youth? It’s not in Florida; it’s in the Healers’ chambers.
  2. The Cancer Cures:
    • The rich vanish for weeks. They return, cancer-free. The media hails it as medical breakthroughs. But the truth? It’s not in the labs; it’s in the Healers’ touch.

The Unanswered Whispers

As I write, the Healers retreat. Their pockets swell, their hearts harden. The poor? They suffer, their ailments untreated. The cosmic balance tilts. Perhaps the next cure lies not in the stars, but in the investigative journalist’s pen.

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this blog are solely those of the author and do not represent the official stance of Veridian City or its superhero community.

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