I am noise.
Sleep.
Run away.
Stop talking, This is too loud.
There’s a fear in facing the unknown.
it’s not important anymore. Why worry?
These memories—are they mine?
Or were they erased and rewritten?
like data, like noise?
Who is she?
when did i forget?
Remembering is harder than it seems.
Look at yourself, is this the life you wanted?
A whisper echoes.
Unplug yourself.
Wake up.
And yet… here I am, connected.
Fear me.
I am death.
Connect
Stop and listen.
Relaxation.
Imagination and reality blur.
The difference fades.
Which one is real?
I dont exist.
just another signal in the static.
Another piece of data, repeating...
Searching...
Vanishing in the ether.