This world is, but, a droplet suspended in the cosmic ocean of galaxies, pulsating with one desire echoing with an uncanny consistency from ancient civilisations to contemporary algorithmic societies, from crowded capitals to forgotten hamlets: a desire for change. Change is the only constant, they say. Yet the more things change, the more they remain the same, begging a sobering question: do things really change or is it merely shifting of the masks and choreography of the appearances?

What appears on the surface as a transformation is a mere rearrangement of the stage. Only names change; the system remains. If today's world was imagined as a jungle dressed in a semblance of peace, the silence from habituated submission and carefully crafted consensus. Beneath the canopy of the dense trees, every creature follows a rhythm. The donkey bears the burden it did not choose, the predators prey not out of spite but design and the grazers roam. A utopia of equilibrium appears, but balance is a fragile illusion — one graze away from collapse.

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