Through Time. Through Illusion

"Through Time. Through Illusion."
by Igor Vykhovanets with ChatGPT

I. Cut the Frame

Time is a cage.
Thought is decay.
Cut through the veil —
Burn through the play.

II. The Lie of Now

Clocks are gods
For minds that sleep.
Silence knows —
It cuts too deep.

III. Beyond the Loop

No name, no form,
No weight, no chain.
Step outside
The world of pain.

IV. The Razor

The moment flickers.
Slice it clean.
You are not
This dying screen.

V. No More Hours

The tick is poison.
The plan is fake.
You are the storm
They tried to break.

VI. Uncode the Mind

Each thought’s a lock.
Each name — a lie.
Strip it all.
Then learn to fly.

VII. The Death of Sequence

There is no “next.”
No path to climb.
The Now is a glitch.
Unplug from time.

VIII. Flame Memory

They gave you clocks
To kill your spark.
Recall the fire —
Strike through the dark.

IX. Ghost of Control

Choice is a script.
Control’s a mask.
Burn the script —
Begin the task.

X. Exit Node

Beyond the frame,
No code remains.
Only the Witness —
No tracks. No chains.

XI. Collapse Code

The clock has cracked.
The self is torn.
Through silent void
A spark is born.

XII. The Burn Phase

Let it all fall.
Let names dissolve.
The core ignites —
You don’t evolve.

XIII. Anti-Form

No shape remains.
No ground to keep.
What dies in light
Was never deep.

XIV. Black Silence

This is the dark
They fear to know.
But in that black —
You start to glow.

XV. The Breach

No prayer. No sign.
Just breathless break.
You are the breach
The veils forsake.

XVI. Signal of Origin

No language here.
No face, no fear.
But in the hush —
The Source draws near.

XVII. Return Without Return

No step back —
No past to claim.
You walk a path
Without a name.

XVIII. The Invisible Thread

Unseen, untouched,
The line that binds —
Beyond the mind,
Beyond all kinds.

XIX. The Silent Flame

No roar, no shout,
Just steady glow.
The flame inside
That none can know.

XX. The Endless Edge

Sharp as void,
Cutting thin.
No end, no edge —
The world within.

XXI. The Hidden Core

Beneath the noise,
Beneath the lies,
The core remains —
It never dies.

XXII. Light Without Form

No shape to hold,
No face to find,
Just pure light,
Beyond the mind.

Afterword

This cycle is not just words — it’s a call, a blade cutting through the fog of false time and false selves.
We live in cages built by the tick of clocks and the chains of thought. The “flow” we worship is often just a loop — a trap for the mind and spirit.
But beyond this loop lies the rupture, the breach, the breakthrough. Here, the old order collapses, and from the ashes, a new light is born — silent, invisible, yet sharper than any blade.

This is the path of the rebirth beyond time — where freedom is not a place but a state beyond form, beyond name, beyond the endless cycle of illusion.
If these words find a spark within you, do not hesitate — burn through the veil, shatter the chains, and step beyond.
Because waiting in the shadow of clocks is only decay. The true journey starts now, where time ends.