Dystopian Geometry (explored 2025-07-30)

It doesn’t emerge.

It asserts itself —

rising from the dark

as if light was never part of its design.

Hard edges.

Heavy mass.

Zero warmth.

A fortress of glass and steel

built without doubt,

without compromise.

 

No accident lives here.

Every angle is a decision.

Every line, a verdict.

This isn’t a building you enter —

it’s one you submit to.

Geometry, weaponized.

An architecture of authority.

An algorithm in concrete form:

cold, infinite,

precise to the point of violence.

You don’t arrive.

You are reduced.

 

Here, architecture doesn’t speak.

It commands.

And everything else is silent.

 

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