Off (clean Version): Future - Mask

The holographic gold shattered like glass. Elias gasped, the cold, unfiltered air hitting his raw skin. He looked around. No one saw a high-tier citizen. They saw a man—flawed, scarred, and sweating.

The music swelled—a raw, trapped-out symphony of flute and steel. Elias reached for the seam behind his ear. The Hive’s emergency protocols flashed red in his vision: Future - Mask Off (Clean Version)

Clutching the grain, chasing the dream, she whispered into a distorted mic. The holographic gold shattered like glass