A Door in the Fourth Wall

Just as power bends back upon itself when it cannot find direction, existence, too, folds under the weight of its own potential. The self, unable to live freely, dreams of an unattainable reality. Perhaps this is the allegory of fate; yet it is only a process. The potential granted to you is meant to be used, and if a room has four walls, who can say there is no door beyond the frame? AI-generated visual composition and video - 2025