And I, shouting to the world, the chaos of the eternal colliding with the fleeting. Everything fractures, everything is sold. I search for a breath amid so much noise, a moment that might endure within the whirlwind. 

I watch the barriers that suffocate the eternal and feel our culture drowning, caught between digital oblivion and the irony of its own decay.

As I drown in a murky sea, the ruins whisper indifference, and hope filters through like light, slipping between adulterated waters that devour what we once were.

Will this transparent shroud be the one that finally suffocates the essence of our history forever. 

At what point did the banal crown itself as the definitive emblem of our era. 

I watch myself in a mirror of pixels and code. A distorted reflection, trapped between algorithms and data. The essence fading, little by little, as the machines redefine what my being means. 

I chase a brilliant future that does not exist. Only broken fragments of a system collapsing under its own lie, leaving behind a void filled with broken promises and torn‑away dreams.

Too innocent to be an adult, too connected to preserve innocence. Heir to an exhausted system that measures you, names you, decides for you, and collapses beneath your feet. Before your silence, an inevitable question.

A cold glow devours the horizon; the ruins murmur the end of our history, consumed in the flames of self‑destruction