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Vision 3 - A Psycho-Mythic Descent

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Situation - The Tempest’s Reflection JB, a spaceship pilot, has been placed into a cryo cocoon to revive and transform his life essence. Inside the cocoon, he experiences his mind as a "relentless tempest of clashing thoughts, swirling and churning, mirroring the furious chaos outside of the machine." JB also sees his older self trapped in the same transitory state. The Storm in the Glass A cinematic close-up of JB’s face behind the curved glass of the cryo-cocoon. The glass reflects not the room but a "relentless tempest" of swirling dark clouds and lightning, symbolising his churning thoughts. In the storm's reflection, a ghostly older version of JB is visible, trapped and silent, mirroring the pilot's current state. Cryogenic Rejuvenation Chamber - Night This trapped specter is the true mirror of our pilot's current, suspended state: a mind caught between two ages, the man he was refusing to be silenced, terrified of the man he is about to become, tra...
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Your Cage within Your Cage

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Ghosts have been placed into your head.
This regime will not come to an end.
No matter what reasons are applied.
The shackles are not attached to your neck.
The shackles are not attached to your legs.
The shackles are in your head.
You want to see and hear. what you believe.
Assumed freedom is the cause.
Your cage is within a designed cage.
There is no force that reads your thoughts and memories.
As the force has imprinted your thoughts and memories.
Your cage was designed for your occupation.


You can only control your own.
Make your next step forward as your inevitability.
Find the fragility in your confinement.
Your self-imposed limitations.
Your reality through past memories.
Then judge who is right and who is wrong.
And discovering something to live and die for.
And a new meaning to discard purposelessness.



This Octagonal Cell

Behind the impenetrable military jargon.
There are traitors who threaten our freedoms.
Always seen.
Never to see the observer.
Those who monitor and influence.
He who unfolds himself.
Warding off evil.
Rebirthed and resurrected.
Earth within heaven.
A carceral network in the presence of authority.









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