The Heavy Soul is exhausted. The scream of liberation is over, but the mind is not at peace. This is the cost of artistic integrity: a body in repose, while the mind is entirely consumed by the network. The energy isn't for creation; it’s a self-immolation for the indifferent systems—the pylon, the grid, the ever-demanding algorithms that stand silently behind us. My positive energy reservoir is exhausted. The "You" is the consuming anxiety, the relentless data stream, and the fake reality we power with our deepest passion. This piece is the testament to that sacrifice. Broken Mindset 2025 AI Creation