In the matrix of dreams, reality fades pixel by pixel,
as I drift through the corridors of the mind.
Every choice, an echo—every action, a mirrored illusion.
I am not alone in my journey. Ghostly figures,
rendered in cascading lines of code, accompany me.
Their whispers, soft static, remind me:
Control is but a fleeting shadow.
What lies beyond the veil of pixels?
A world untouched, untainted by choice.
Or perhaps just another illusion,
shimmering in silence.
Echoes of Tomorrow
Fractured Realities
Step cautiously through the digital haze, let the glitches guide you. And remember: to control is to deceive oneself.