-Control of Perception

All gazes are swept into the current.
All eyes fixed ahead.
No one sees you—no one sees themselves.
Hope has taken the shape of obedience.

Lie

Tethered to a common illusion

Legend

All gazes are swept into the current.
All eyes fixed ahead.
No one sees you—no one sees themselves.
Hope has taken the shape of obedience.

Process

Series: Control of Perception

Name: Lie

Author: OrbiteLambda

Year: 2025

Layers: 31

Resolution: 6667×10000

App: GIMP


Awakening

Changes do not bring a shift in thinking for everyone.

Change arrives—yet many remain within the beam.
Some turn—not toward the light, but toward the one who watches.
The rest linger in doubt.
Legend

Change arrives—yet many remain within the beam.
Some turn—not toward the light, but toward the one who watches.
The rest linger in doubt.

Process

Series: Control of Perception

Name: Awakening

Author: OrbiteLambda

Year: 2025

Layers: 31

Resolution: 6667×10000

App: GIMP


The mechanism is soulless—it tightens and grows more complex,
even when you see it.
You cannot reach the hand that holds the switch.

Protest

The light cannot; the eyes do not want to.

Legend

The mechanism is soulless—it tightens and grows more complex,
even when you see it.
You cannot reach the hand that holds the switch.

Process

Series: Control of Perception

Name: Protest

Author: OrbiteLambda

Year: 2025

Layers: 31

Resolution: 6667×10000

App: GIMP


Description

The lighthouse’s beam shifts color as regimes change—communism, fascism, democracy—it matters not which hue; the mechanism remains unchanged. Within that beam reside eyes, minds, and souls, all aligned toward a singular goal dictated by whoever controls the light.

`In the first image, every gaze is caught within the beam, fixed upon the horizon, convinced of its purpose—an illusion of unity, orchestrated by the hand at the switch.

`In the second, the beam changes color; ideology transforms. Some eyes now fall outside the current—they no longer believe blindly. Instead of gazing toward the horizon, they look directly at you.

`In the third, not a single eye within the beam stares toward the horizon. Every gaze is turned toward the screen, toward you, the viewer. This is the moment of revelation: you are the observed. You are the one who must ask yourself—Are your ideas truly your own, or have they been implanted? Is the system merely an illusion of choice, not its essence?

The lighthouse is not evil. It is indifferent. Its color may shift, but its function endures: to compel us to look forward, never inward—never toward the hand that holds the switch.
This work is not about any particular regime. It is about the mechanism that outlives them all.