Illusion of
individuality

The molten chain is cast as one, its form in fire entwined,
No single link may stand apart, nor break from what’s designed.
Not built, but bound each curve a vow, each fusion fate’s decree,
A structure shaped before its birth, a force we cannot see.

No master stands beyond the past, no kingdom forged alone,
The weight of power, silent law, in secrecy is sown.
What hand commands, what fate aligns, what force unseen decides?
The Dominion speaks a whispered bond, where all as one abides.