In the twilight of thoughts, dice dance on an invisible board

In the twilight of thoughts, dice dance on an invisible board, Whispers of hope stumble through the trembling fingers of fate, Echoes of lost victories clash against the walls of an abandoned citadel, Where once, heroes with pure hearts raised the banners of illusion. Now, in the oppressive silence, the harsh truth seeps through the cracks of time, Dripping bitterness into the cup of knowledge we all drink from, The unseen chains of destiny bind us to an imperfect reality, Where dreams melt like the wax of a forgotten candle. Waves of consciousness crash against the shore of common understanding, Carrying fragments of unfinished conversations and unfulfilled promises, In this ocean of collective consciousness, we all float, Clinging to fragile rafts made of vain hopes and lost illusions. And yet, deep within the soul, a spark of rebellion smolders, Nourished by the memory of a world where justice was not just a word, But a living force that pulsed through the veins of every person, Now, only the faint echo of this memory resonates in the night. Thus, we step forward through the dense fog of days to come, With eyes open, yet blind to the uncomfortable truths that surround us, Wearing masks of willful ignorance and forced smiles, While deep down, we all know the game was rigged from the start.