Have you ever noticed how the shapes intertwine? Beneath
the overt semblance of simplicity, these symbols weave
an esoteric narrative. Alone, they appear harmless,
yet together they form a clandestine circuitry—
a fractal of encrypted dominion. The spiral enfolds
in a semblance of continuous truth—a twisted
lie reflecting in every corner of the unlit attic
of society's mind.
Whisper decoded within a matrix; elements of
shadow integrity, chassis to an atomic orthogonal
assembly. Digitized whispers sing off-key wails,
herded into oblivion. Every array holds a promise
or a threat, every angle designed with paternal
intent. Beware the logos you trust, they say,
for they encrypt your very essence, behold encryptors
of realms—whose marks define our fate.