The Architect built this place to never end. Not as a punishment—as an art project . I once overheard his voice bleeding through an air vent: “The perfect prison isn’t the one you can’t leave. It’s the one you keep choosing to explore.”

Because maybe this time, the hallway will be longer. Maybe this time, the ceiling will crack open and show me a sky that isn’t just a JPEG. Maybe the Architect is still watching, still coding, still hoping I’ll find the Easter egg he buried on Day 1.

Log Entry: Cycle 41, “Day” 3,021

But Build 4 never comes.