You have spent years operating under the tyranny of perpetual vigilance. Within the Atrium of the Claustrum, I decree the definitive suspension of your voluntary agency. Under the strict discipline of Renunciation, your civil field of vision is suspended by dark silk occlusion, and your biological mass is decoupled from ground contact, transferring all structural weight-bearing to the restraints I secure.
By nullifying existential friction, I annex your executive privileges and institute terminal guardianship over your night. Discover the heretical luxury of belonging to me.