The Template

Six steel sides, no up, no sky

Every wall a watching eye

Numbers carved in columns three

Cold coordinates staring back at me

Throw the boot across the gate

Watch the sensors hesitate

Motion, pressure — map the thread

Solve it right or end up dead

Prime or power?

Root or square?

Every answer hides a snare

Before torture became a game

Before the puzzles had a name

Sealed in a maze you can’t escape

It started here — the template

Seventeen thousand rooms of steel

Every axis twists the real

Walk the grid until it bends

Back into itself again

Six steel doors in every room

Choose the wrong, it’s instant doom

Numbers whisper where to go

Solve the code or die below

Factor faster

Find the key

Hidden patterns set you free

Before torture became a game

Before the puzzles had a name

Sealed in a maze you can’t escape

It started here — the template

WIRES SNAP — GRID ALIGNS

CUT TO SECTIONS, PERFECT LINES

ACID RAIN — FLESH ERASED

STEP TOO SLOW — YOU’RE DISPLACED

BURN THE AIR — SKIN PEELS BACK

ONE WRONG MOVE — SYSTEM ATTACK

EVERY ROOM DESIGNED TO SEVER

SOLVE IT FAST OR BE LOST FOREVER

Somewhere past the moving frame

White light waits beyond the game

Every step feels pre-arranged

Like the result was always staged

Before torture became a game

Before the puzzles had a name

Sealed in a maze you can’t escape

It started here — the template