A scream splits the silence like steel against stone, eyes torn between shadow and burning light, a crown of iron shackles thought and bends it into strange visions. Cloth of labor clings to the frame, heavy with the weight of toil and forgotten hours, yet from the mouth pours the sound of rebellion that cracks the walls of confinement. This figure is both prisoner and prophet, bound by forces unseen yet capable of turning anguish into awakening, calling forth those who dare to listen to rise through torment and carve truth from the machinery of despair.
