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The navigators of the mind are losing their heads again. Those who should hold the map are getting lost in their own labyrinths. Information flows without direction. Networks connect everything but lead everywhere and nowhere. The ocean of consciousness is contaminated. Poison without medicine. Chaos without order.
Three headless figures, dressed in antique military uniforms, are seated at a wooden table in a tumultuous, dark green ocean. One figure, centrally located in a dark blue coat, holds a magnifying glass over a tattered map while steam rises from his headless neck. To his left, another figure in a dark blue coat with a maze-like disc as a head holds a pen and points at the map; steam also rises from his neck and from around his body in the water. To the right, a third figure in a brown coat, also with a maze-like disc as a head and steam rising from him, gazes towards the map. The table features an antique compass and scattered papers. The background is a stormy sea with dark green waves and mist, and a sunken ship is visible to the far left. Floating skulls are scattered throughout the water. Above the scene, a complex network of wires and tubes forms a digital vortex leading to a black hole, with numerous small, glowing screens displaying various images and data connected to the wires. A skull attached to wires spews green liquid to the far right, hanging above the tempestuous waters. Distant, dark land formations with spire-like structures are hinted at on the horizon.
