We kneel not in surrender, but from the exhaustion of standing in a world whose rules keep shifting. What surrounds us is transparent; everything is visible except the way out. A cage made of glass hurts the most. Our bodies are cracked, yet strangely… those fractures glow. As if light only knows how to pass through wounds. Behind us, shadows have risen one dark, one brighter. And the brighter one is quietly moving forward. Not with force, but with patience. We are still bound, but the game is not over. Sometimes, victory happens slowly.