Dark times feel heavy, like the air is filled with static that never clears. We tell ourselves we are more connected than ever, always plugged in, always scrolling, always watching, but somehow no one really sees us anymore. No one feels us the way they used to. The noise keeps growing and the silence inside keeps getting louder. I picture that static like an old broken screen, flickering with memories from the past. Every glitch holds something we never healed, something we never said out loud. And inside those glitches, there is something darker waiting. I call it the Dark Lord, not a man, not a monster you can see, but a force that lives in the cracks of our memories. It pushes through the weak spots, slipping between old fears and regrets, whispering lies about who we are. It tells us we are not enough. It tells us we are alone. It tells us the world is colder than it really is. The Dark Lord feeds on the moments when we doubt ourselves. It crawls through the broken signals of our past, trying to rewrite the way we see our own reflection. It wants to change how we think about ourselves and how we see the world, turning color into grey and hope into noise. But every glitch is not just a doorway for darkness. It is also proof that something survived the damage. Every flicker means the signal is still alive somewhere inside us. Even in the worst static, there is always a trace of light fighting to stay on. And maybe that is what this work is really about. Not just the darkness trying to break through, but the quiet fight inside all of us to hold on to who we really are before the noise takes over. "The louder the noise became, the less we could hear each other, and that is when the darkness found its way in." AKA Chambo (Digital Artwork) 2026