A figure walks a fractured path Debris of a forgotten past beneath the soles of heavy boots Moving toward a towering grid A monolith of steel and signal beams piercing a monochrome sky No maps in the digital ether can trace this ground So he carries his own light A low tech flame flickering in a high tech wasteland The lantern swings A solitary heartbeat against the mechanical hum of the world Look up The sky is reading him Target locked HUD overlays scanning every step, mapping data across the clouds Radar spinning, processing, calculating the trajectory of a lone wanderer But the destination keeps shifting The towers beam an orange pulse, a synthetic beacon calling him home or pulling him deeper into the machine The bass thumps low A steady, hypnotic electronic pulse that commands the rhythm of his march It is a dark trap march through the static