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The Puppet Master

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  Puppet Master The narrow, high-walled passage swallowed the sound of my boot scraping a broken cobblestone, the echo sharp in the dry air. Above, a sliver of unforgiving sunlight cut down, carving deep shadows where the damp, mossy scent of the gully was now replaced by the smell of dust and ancient stone. I paused, looking not just at my gloved hand—the leather scuffed from my descent, but at what was attached to it. Thin, nearly invisible lines, like high-tensile wires , stretched from the articulated cuff on my wrist and disappeared into the air above the path. I tracked them with my eyes until they converged on a small, stone figure standing motionless in the centre of the walkway. It was a crude marionette , barely a foot tall, carved from the same pale, cracked stone as the surrounding walls. Dressed in a simple tunic, its blank, oval face held a radiating sense of expectant waiting. Its arms were held out, palms up. I held the strings. Yet, the feeling was not one of cont...
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Echoes of Tomorrow

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Echoes of Tomorrow 

Intro:
The machines hum quietly in the night,
A soft pulse beneath the stars,
Invisible hands weaving through our dreams,
What will we become when the lines are blurred?
Between belonging and not belonging.

Verse 1:
We once spoke in whispered tones,
Conversations with the earth, the trees, the rivers,
Now, our words float above the static,
Lost in an ocean of ones and zeros,
Connection feels distant, like a memory
But somewhere, the heart still beats, still sings.

Chorus:
They promised us a future painted in light,
But I feel the shadows more than I see the glow,
In this tangled web of thought and code,
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves now?

Verse 2:
The horizon is neither here nor there,
A question lingers on the lips of time.
We trusted the machines to carry our stories,
But who will remember the silence,
The way the wind touched your face,
Before we surrendered to the hum?

Chorus:
They promised us a future painted in light,
But I feel the shadows more than I see the glow,
In this tangled web of thought and code,
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves?
Where do we find ourselves now?

Altro:
If we close our eyes,
Will we return to the warmth of the sun,
Or drift deeper into the echoes,
Until we no longer remember
What it felt like to belong?
To belong with each other.



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Urban decay, Flower crown, Beauty in chaos, Dusk photography, Ethereal imagery, Urban portrait, Nature in the city, Flower symbolism, Twilight scene, Urban art

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