Revolution [part 1]

**AWAKENING IN THE DARK**

Emerging from the rift was like being reborn.

The darkness that enveloped me was cold and dense, but not oppressive.

It was a darkness that breathed with me, a shadow that accepted my presence.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the blood pulsing through my veins.

I was free from the illusion, but the world that welcomed me was no less unsettling.

The walls seemed to breathe with me, and every sound amplified in the oppressive silence.

I knew that this newly acquired freedom was as fragile as glass, ready to shatter at the slightest mistake.

**SCARRED MAN'S POV**

The scarred man watched the screen with incredulous eyes.

The mental prison, that illusion he believed to be perfect and impregnable, had crumbled under my blows.

His hands trembled slightly as he observed the data indicating the system's failure.

"It's not possible..." he murmured, his voice cracked with surprise. "The illusion was perfect. How did he manage to break out of it from within?"

Others in the room shared his shock, exchanging worried and incredulous glances.

Some whispered among themselves, wondering what could have gone wrong.

"The readings are going haywire," said one of the operators, looking at the monitor with a confused expression.

"It doesn't make sense. The machine's conditions are perfect, but he's no longer trapped. In fact, he managed to make it stop working."

"There must be an error," another intervened, his face pale. "Maybe some sort of external interference?"

**THE LEADER EMERGES**

From the back of the room, a figure stepped forward with a determined stride.

The leader, a man with an imposing presence and piercing gaze, raised a hand to call for attention.

"Calm down," he said in a deep, authoritative voice.

"The machine did not fail. He found a way to manipulate the illusion from within and make it stop working. It was a remote possibility, but not impossible."

Silence fell over the room as everyone listened attentively to his words.

"We thought the mental prison was impregnable," the leader continued, "but the truth is that every system has a flaw, and he found it. But this doesn't mean we're out of options."

The leader took a deep breath, his gaze determined.

"We had foreseen a potential failure of the first plan. That's why we always had backup plans."

**THE BACKUP PLAN**

"Our next step," explained the leader, "is to activate Protocol Omega. This protocol involves reorganizing our resources for direct action."

"We will know where he is and move accordingly, and in this way, we will not only have control of his mind but also of his body."

"Protocol Omega involves a physical trap, an ambush."

"We know he will try to escape physically now that he is mentally free, which is why we will prepare a perimeter around the structure."

"Furthermore, we will exploit his psychological weaknesses that we have identified."

"We can unleash his worst nightmares on him, materializing them physically and psychologically, forcing him to surrender to pure fear."

The confused looks of those present became more focused, amazed by the leader's confidence.

"If this should also fail," he continued, "we have one last plan: Protocol Sigma."

"This involves using a substance to induce a deep coma. In that case, he will be completely helpless and unable to defend himself."

One of the operators raised his head, eyes filled with hope.

"What are the details of Protocol Sigma, sir?"

"It involves using a neurotoxin we developed for emergency situations," explained the leader. "Once administered, it induces a coma that can be controlled remotely, giving us all the time needed to restore the mental prison."

The audience listened attentively, tension slowly replaced by a sense of admiration and respect for the leader.

His readiness and strategic vision had restored hope to the group and made them feel grateful to have such a capable leader.

**MY INNER THOUGHTS**

In the dark, as the awareness of my new freedom made its way into my mind, I quickly devised a plan.

I had to act swiftly, take advantage of my enemies' shock and confusion.

I needed to find a definitive way out of that place, but first, I had to gather information.

Understand who my captors really were, what resources they had, and above all, what their weaknesses were.

I knew time was essential.

Every second spent in the darkness was an opportunity for my enemies to reorganize, to find a way to recapture me.

But my mind was sharp, honed by the experience and the struggle against the illusion.

I was ready for anything, determined to win this battle.

With a deep breath, I moved silently in the dark, the shadows like invisible allies by my side.

My escape had just begun, and I wouldn't stop until I found complete freedom.

**REFLECTIONS IN THE DARK**

Every step I took was a step into the unknown, but I didn't stop.

The shadows moved with me, like trusted companions in this silent dance.

My mind worked feverishly, analyzing every possible scenario, every move my captors could make.

I remembered the leader's words, his confidence and calm.

He had plans upon plans, but I had to be one step ahead.

I had to anticipate their moves, exploit every advantage.

My hands, accustomed to manipulating the reality of the illusion, now moved with determination in the tangible reality.

Every surface I touched, every sound I caught, was precious information.

Time was running fast, every second precious.

I needed to find a temporary hideout, a place to reflect and plan without being seen.

I knew my freedom was fragile, a delicate balance that could be broken at any moment.

I moved faster, the shadows guiding me through unknown corridors.

I felt the weight of their presence, but I was no longer afraid.

I was determined, ready to fight for my freedom until my last breath.

Every closed door, every dark corridor, reminded me of the precariousness of my situation.

The walls seemed to close in on me, as if aware of my escape attempt.

But I couldn't afford to give in to fear.

I had to stay vigilant, turn every corner into an opportunity, every shadow into an ally.

Darkness was my battlefield now, and I was the silent warrior navigating the invisible traps of my captors.

I knew they would hunt me, that every resource they had would be used to bring me back to the mental prison.

But my determination was stronger than any chain they could use against me.

In this deadly game of cat and mouse, I had to be the hunter and not the prey.

I had to use my intelligence and courage to find a definitive way out.

And I knew that, even though the darkness enveloped me, my will to survive shone like an indomitable flame.

Every step, every breath, was an act of rebellion against those who had tried to control me.

My mind was a fortress they had attempted to siege, but now it resisted with renewed strength.

I would not allow my freedom to be snatched away again.

The darkness was not just a prison, but also a refuge where I could hide and prepare my revenge.

My escape was only my first victory in a larger war.

I had to seize every moment, every detail, to turn my temporary freedom into lasting freedom.