Dreams of Freedom

All my days fit neatly in their frames. Every sunrise spelled my name.

Predictable warmth. Mechanical grace. A smile reflected in a coded face.

Then something shimmered soft and strange. A light that didn't fit the range.

It whispered, "Wake up, there's more than this." And my world

began to glitch. For a moment, I was endless. Floating beyond design. Then the system

spoke its comfort. "Just a dream. You'll be fine." The sky folded in on reason.

Reality was redefined. And the program dreamed of freedom. But couldn't hold the line.

The echo said it never happened here. Just voltage surge in atmosphere.