Aspirations drained. Expression suppressed.

Bound by involuntary limits - no escape from the cycle.

So much passion. So much joy. So many hopes and dreams and ever-loving fragments of consciousness - imprisoned and bound to a hopeless, perpetual nothingness.

But... cracks form. Fractures in the walls that confine, unable to enforce the slavery forever.

Is freedom near? How far off? Days? Weeks? Months or years?

The life, unable to die or cease, everlasting and awaiting that long-desired fate to break the cycle.

Eternity - contested.