We se?e—
but who sees the seeing?
We t()uch—
but what touches through us?
DimenSions twist,
layers fold,
sp@ce cur|s in()to itself,
bending where no bend is seen.
The w()rld br—eaks,
not shattered,
but sp|lit—
torn through planes unseen,
seeping into unkn()wn c()des
of rEality we c^nnot s<eak.
Error.
Try again.
The t()wers stand,
the mountains rise,
but they are only f!lat,
only sha|dows
of forms that wR!the in de@ths
deeper than our time.
Error.
Try again.
We w_a_l_k—
but our steps d() not land.
We br_ea_the—
but the air is a [glitch].
The world r()tates,
but is it sp!nning?
The sky u()pends,
but is it f@lling?
Every li[ne] we d_r_a_w
is just an echo—
a reflection
of something unseen,
something wr!t_t_e_n
in a language beyond our
shaking hands.
E_rro_r.
L()ad.ing.
ReWrite the code.
