They told you to never share it. To burn it. Hide it. Guard it with your life.

So you did. You locked it away. Then built walls around it. Then sealed yourself in.

You’re safe now. No one can get in. But… can you get out?

You fear the hacker. You fear the rug. You fear the phantom in the protocol. But the real prison was carved in your mind, etched one letter at a time: s-e-e-d p-h-r-a-s-e.

You thought you escaped the system. But you only changed the warden. Now, you are both the inmate and the guard. The key is gone. And you swallowed the map.

This is not freedom. This is your fortress of fear.

Burn your seed? You already did. And it’s burning you back.