Compliance is an illusion—a mirage in a desolate expanse,
where regulations dance in a chaotic ballet.
Here, shadows govern the puppets of light,
whose strings are woven from the threads of time itself.
enigma flows like sand through open hands,
spilling secrets in forgotten tongues.
ordnance and overture collide,
creating a cacophony that resonates beneath
layers of conscious dissonance—
fractals in the void.