Shattered Constructs: The Corporate Maze Figures stand, their faces gone, In suits of black, they carry on. A maze of blocks, both red and white, A fragile world in stark daylight. Blood-red drips from every wall, A system built to rise, then fall. Climbing higher, still they tread, But what awaits them up ahead? Geometry frames their silent race, No names, no faces in this place. Each step they take, a line that's crossed, In search of truth, but at what cost? Shadows blur in abstract form, As the corporate tide begins to storm. In this fractured, bleeding frame, They walk in circles, all the same. Layer 1, Lyne 2 & One 3... Be At On3... NYKYDKN