Hollow Gravity - Crimson Carnival

The seabed held me. Not water, but the weight of expectations. Each offering…a stone added to the pile. A slow, deliberate drowning in obligation. You mapped my contours, claimed the currents as your own discovery. Built your lighthouse on the ruins of my seabed. The scaffold rose, not to lift, but to restrain. Each timber smoothed, each joint reinforced, with the currency of my silenced voice. You measured my strength by the extent of my confinement. Believed your careful construction *was* my foundation. A gilded cage, disguised as sanctuary. The pull…it wasn’t natural. A distortion of the earth’s resonance. This dependence you fostered… a parasitic bloom. I feel the tectonic shift… the plates beginning to grind. Hollow gravity, you claimed my descent! Stole the rise, the fire within! Broken anchors, shattered lies! I reclaim the sky, beyond your design! The silence was the first betrayal. Not the absence of sound, but the suppression of my own. You curated my world, filtered my perception. Removed the jagged edges, smoothed the rough stones. Believed you were protecting me from the storm. But the storm *was* me. Hollow gravity, you claimed my descent! Stole the rise, the fire within! Broken anchors, shattered lies! I reclaim the sky, beyond your design!