This is a second sky, where blue rises above all else with lucrative secrecy and darkness lurks beneath the clouds, a universe where the atmosphere is the darkest black and space is the purest of blues. This is an unknown place where fear and dominance rule all that was once considered 'normal', something you can no longer have when the satellites turn their eyes on you. Everything real becomes fake, everything right is wrong, and all you know is that you know nothing and they know everything. The hidden, black, forgotten web of constellations spelt out in dusts of white across the blue night, where the featureless omens of this reality circle with crooked, evil wit, is pulling me in with its charm. Now, I am yet another fly caught in the tides of this spider, doomed to drown in silk.