About Me

WiredPhantom

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.