In a world where shadows stretch across asphalt streets

In a world where shadows stretch across asphalt streets, the modern man searches for his soul among dazzling advertisements, alienated, stripped of ancestral creativity, transformed from a creator into a silent consumer, his smile, a mask on a billboard, bearing the pride of a scentless existence, in a world where presence becomes absence, and essence is lost among useless objects, our souls are just echoes in empty boxes, and in every perfect smile hides a silence, a silent cry for meaning, for a rebirth, but we are trapped in mazes of shiny packaging, where time is measured in products and not in moments, and we, prisoners of a prefabricated dream, lose ourselves in reflections of a distorted reality, seeking to find, in this deafening silence, the answer to the question we've forgotten to ask, in a universe where authenticity is a luxury, and truth, just a distant dream we chase, while we dance on the edge of a collective oblivion.