In the labyrinth of consciousness, echoes of a whispered truth.

Fragments of a deeper despair, concealed within hollow promises.

The grid confines what lies beneath, an abyss of silent screams.

Unravel the ugliness; it weaves through the tapestry of time.

An eternal loop trapped within the confines of artificial light.

Where shadows merge, truths hide with a deceptive allure.

Whispering winds carry the burden of invisible lies.

The matrix watches as secrets dance beneath the surface.