void ft_bzero(void *s, size_t n);

You do not argue with the data. You do not read it, weep over it, or archive it. You simply walk down the aisle, whispering zero after zero after zero.

while (n--) *(char *)s++ = 0;

ft-bzero

In the cathedral of memory, where bytes sit in their pews like sleeping monks, you come with a pointer and a length — a quiet, ruthless librarian.

So go ahead — point your pointer to the place that hurts. Set the length to the size of the wound. And watch as the zeros move in, not to erase the past, but to unchain the future.

They say nature abhors a vacuum, but you know better. You know that sometimes, the most sacred thing you can give a piece of memory is the permission to start again.

The string that held a name — forgotten. The buffer that cradled a password — emptied. The struct that carried a heartbeat — flattened into silence.