CyberiaFrost

From Cyberia to the Circuit Sea, I see generations entranced. Like somnambulists, we plod toward enslavement, completely unaware. Lost in electronic dreams, we adorn ourselves in imaginary realities. We don’t look into eyes, we stare into screens. The entrancing glow steals us away. We aim to forget our hollowness as we suckle on dopamine loops. Bits and bytes undress us, caress us. Soothing. Hush. Calm now. Just one more level, one more friend request, one more upvote. Search. View. Refresh. Just… one… more… click.