They are emptying us. They are shaping us in series. They force us to accept loneliness as the norm, to become parts of an invisible machine, to silence our voices and dissolve into echoes.

Every layer they tear from us brings us closer to nothingness, transforming us into interchangeable reflections, stripping away all imperfections, all humanity.

They want us to accept uniformity as virtue, alienation as an inevitable destiny.

Collapse is a crack in that mold, an act of resistance against creative emptiness, a rejection of the isolation imposed on us by the fear of difference.

Here, there is no refuge in solitude, only the echo of a system that fears the unique, that disconnects us from our essence, from the spark that makes us irreplaceable.

But collapse is not just destruction: it is the last opportunity.

When everything crumbles, when uniformity disintegrates, we will find in the cracks the remnants of who we were, and from there, we will resist.

Because resisting is not an option: it is the only thing left.