This isn’t about winners and losers. It’s about participation. The illusion of progress is the mechanism. You believe in it because you have to. The alternative is standing still, and that’s unthinkable. The hum would consume you.

What you can’t see—what you’re not meant to see—is the vantage point from above. The orbs are a spectacle, but the grid is the real design. It shifts imperceptibly as you walk. What looks like randomness from your perspective is precision from theirs. Every step you take feeds the system.

You wonder if there’s a way out. But there isn’t. Not because it’s impossible, but because the grid is endless only for those who walk it. From above, it’s a closed circuit, perfectly balanced to remain in motion. You keep walking because the design demands it. The machine doesn’t need you to succeed—it needs you to believe you can.

And so you walk.