Here we are, spinning on a blue marble, in a universe too vast to fathom, yet we’re shackled to a system as old as time, dressed in new clothes. The same play, different actors. Economic slavery, my dear friends, isn’t a relic of history books; it’s the unspoken chapter of our modern saga, a silent symphony playing in the background of our bustling lives. Don't fall from grace with open skies Leading the blind with open eyes No compromise Blood's thicker than water Blood's thicker than water. This planet’s already a corpse. Surrealism style