A new morning—a looping, faded frame, me in a box of dense, concrete minutes. My "tomorrow" is stuck in "decay" mode, where other people's scenarios suppress and lie. No support. Support is on the verge of failure. I am in this world like a broken, incorrect password. I am erased from the database, outside of all protocols, playing my... hopeless role.

Changes, suffocating from this run, but the fear between my ribs is like broken, cold crystal. Comfort is a film under heavy, dirty snow, where willpower melts and worn steel freezes. But enough! (Silence)

I want to forget, float away, fly away,

Erase this chain of thoughts!

Become the creator of your destiny, not just a shadow,

Live in the moment, in the instant.

Let the seam unravel, let it be cut and bloodied.

— In this breakdown, I am reborn.

From all the dead ends, from the silent "I can't,"

I run toward my own understanding.

Without the right to be false, without hope for peace,

— Just to meet myself.

I look at those who change orbits,