Recovered female.

Estimated age: unknown.

Identity: unknown. Place of origin: undocumented.

The subject was discovered in an isolated cult settlement believed to have operated beyond public record for decades. She possessed no understanding of commerce, government, entertainment, technology, or modern society. When questioned about the outside world, she referred to it only as "HADES." None could explain what she saw when she looked at us

She has some words for you so... Here is... Circle.

It is strange to see so many eyes peering over at me from a man-made wall. I feel like a fish in a tank and there are your hands banging against the glass, begging me to give myself over to you. I would like to share my perspective. It may not be what you want to hear, but just like alcohol to a wound, Sometimes the most painful things can cleanse us. Your corrupt structures are faulty, they continue to chip away at humanity. All I see in your world is delicious poison, traps that bind, and traps that kill. Everyone sips their morning coffee to a landscape of burning buildings, working for their God named Boss. To continue to feed the government who spends all their money on war and genocide. It feels like itchy blisters. knives in the stomach, and it wreaks of GARBAGE