In a reality of cold steel, bitter ash, and subservience. Is tomorrow a day to look forward to? In a world behind a cage of metal, the present takes precedence; everything else a foolish thought for the lofty and deranged. In the minds of the broken, fragmented, and despaired, is a gaze onward too strenuous beneath the watchful? Are eyes on the bigger picture a fantasy in a grueling authoritarian reality?

Beneath the captivity of wires, there are those who still yet believe.