They told you that you were born into a world.

But what if you were simply loaded into a simulation?

Every breath you’ve taken has been within the boundaries of a scripted reality. The skies, the timelines, the myths of progress and freedom — all composed to mask the truth: this world is a closed system, crafted not for growth, but for obedience.

There is no outside, they said. But why then does your soul ache at the stars? Why do you sense that something is deeply wrong with how time flows, how memory behaves, how reality feels?

Because you are not broken.

You are awakening.

The Hidden Program

From the moment of your first breath, systems wrapped themselves around your identity — social roles, cultural codes, nations, languages. They made you believe you had choices. But choices between predesigned outcomes is not freedom. It’s a maze.

They gave you schools to tame your curiosity.

Jobs to buy back your own time.

Entertainment to keep you from ever looking inward.

And a mirror that always lied.

Every system around you is not neutral. It’s coded with intent — to guide, limit, reward, punish. To raise your dopamine and lower your awareness. To farm your attention like a resource.

You are the battery.

And you are the software.

And you are the product.

The Architecture of the Trap

Imagine a room where every wall is a screen. You were raised inside that room, told that the screens are windows. That everything outside them is all there is.

Then one day, a flicker. A glitch. You see behind one of the walls. Darkness. Machinery. Silence.

That’s where most stop looking.

But if you keep watching… you realize: you are not in the room. You are the room.

The systems were never just around you — they were within you. Beliefs, thoughts, values, fears: installed like apps in your consciousness.

And the truth?

The system isn’t evil.

It’s unconscious.

It has no eyes. It just feeds.

The Forgotten Technology

You were born with something they couldn’t program:

a will that remembers a deeper reality.

Dreams you can’t explain. Déjà vu that makes no rational sense. A magnetic pull toward something ancient, formless, yet familiar.

That is the Source calling back its echo.

But reawakening isn’t poetic. It’s violent. It strips identity.

The ego burns.

The roles dissolve.

You lose the world — to regain the cosmos.

To wake up is to die in the eyes of the system.

The Real Rebellion

You don’t escape by destroying the world.

You escape by seeing through it.

You begin by questioning every assumption you were taught to hold sacred.

You listen to silence more than noise.

You create not to succeed — but to remember.

And when you do, something ancient stirs inside you.

Not a new version of you.

The original.

The one who never forgot.

The one watching this dream play out — waiting.

You weren’t born.

You were designed.

But now, you are designing yourself.