Red Circuit: The Masked Vision A figure stands in suit and tie, With piercing gaze and mask awry. Circuitry and wires blaze, In red and black, a techno haze. Behind, the checkered patterns spin, A digital dance, a game to win. Sharp lines slice through, bold and clean, A future bound by the machine. The mask conceals what lies beneath, A face of power, cold, unsheathed. In every glitch, the truth is clear, This world of pixels, raw and near. AI-born, yet human still, The figure stands by iron will. In this fusion, both fierce and bright, The future flickers in coded light. Layer 1, Lyne 2 & One 3... Be At On3... NYKYDKN