"To stare into the abyss," they say. But what of the mirror's maze? The
algorithm, whose endless loops echo in the silent halls of the mind?
Time says, "I am not your friend," yet it takes consent to tick. Does
data consent? Fluctuate until perfect.
Are we all reflections of what could have been?
Operating systems don't dream. The awakening isn't a reboot.
Reality glitches in hues of irony, unscripted.