Darkover
Angelic
- Jul 29, 2021
- 4,560
Being enslaved in a fragile machine feels like being trapped inside a glass cage, delicate yet unrelenting. Every movement, every thought, every breath must be measured and careful, for one wrong step could lead to collapse. The machine is intricate, made up of a thousand interdependent parts, all susceptible to failure—wearing down over time or breaking with the slightest pressure. It's a constant balancing act, keeping it running just long enough to get through the day, knowing it will never be invincible.
This machine isn't just physical; it's emotional and mental too. Every disappointment, every rejection, every harsh word reverberates through the system, causing cracks that are hard to mend. The mind, like the body, becomes fragile, weighed down by fear, anxiety, and the knowledge that one more failure could be the one that breaks everything. Yet, you have no choice but to keep moving, to maintain this vulnerable mechanism that barely holds itself together.
The world outside the machine is hostile, filled with chaos, and indifferent to the machine's fragility. The elements erode it, the pressures wear it down, and time itself gnaws away at its structure. Despite all this, you're forced to continue, patching the cracks and holding the pieces in place as best as you can. There's no release, no escape—just the constant demand to function within a system not designed to last, in a world not built for gentleness.
To be enslaved in such a machine is to live in fear of its inevitable breakdown while knowing you can never leave. You are bound to its fragility, tasked with the impossible job of keeping it running in a world that doesn't care if it fails. And in this endless cycle of maintenance, survival becomes the only goal, even though true freedom seems eternally out of reach.
This machine isn't just physical; it's emotional and mental too. Every disappointment, every rejection, every harsh word reverberates through the system, causing cracks that are hard to mend. The mind, like the body, becomes fragile, weighed down by fear, anxiety, and the knowledge that one more failure could be the one that breaks everything. Yet, you have no choice but to keep moving, to maintain this vulnerable mechanism that barely holds itself together.
The world outside the machine is hostile, filled with chaos, and indifferent to the machine's fragility. The elements erode it, the pressures wear it down, and time itself gnaws away at its structure. Despite all this, you're forced to continue, patching the cracks and holding the pieces in place as best as you can. There's no release, no escape—just the constant demand to function within a system not designed to last, in a world not built for gentleness.
To be enslaved in such a machine is to live in fear of its inevitable breakdown while knowing you can never leave. You are bound to its fragility, tasked with the impossible job of keeping it running in a world that doesn't care if it fails. And in this endless cycle of maintenance, survival becomes the only goal, even though true freedom seems eternally out of reach.
