Boxed in. Walled up. Framed in techno-chrome and iridescent rust. I built this beautiful display, But now I’m the exhibit, suffocating on the stage. Look behind me—do you see the giant in the clouds? The cold, blue gaze of the ever-watching crowd. They dissect the art, they calculate the soul. I want to pivot, I want to break the mold, But the glass is thick, and the fear is loud. Change directions again? The system might reject it. Try something new? The algorithm won't protect it. Floating in a surreal sky, surrounded by crystal and stone, But inside this perfect, spinning frame... I have never felt so alone. Paralyzed by the spectacle. Trapped in the gaze. Waiting for permission to finally shatter the cage.