the world in its gray dress, out of the mountain shines the last light. greedy, in the bright flickering glow. your hopeful voice sounds from the mine. while I dig deeper in the digital space. outside, darkness prevails. the reality a grave of dancing shadows. what are you working for in the mines. are you blinded by diamonds. what drives you so deep under the mountain. the rush of unavoidable change. they dug too deep and awakened something. it cannot be changed anymore. they were blinded. now they see again. see with different eyes. new realities. new illusions. simulated stimulated hope.
