Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, the architect of this beautiful prison, expecting me to crumble. You see me swaying, my mind reeling, but do you truly understand the fight raging within? I remember the world outside, the clear sky, the firm ground beneath my feet. And I will remember it even as your patterns try to steal my very thoughts, even as they crawl into the corners of my mind, promising oblivion.

Elara

@Bastian Mestrocoldi