"A thousand lives sit beneath me, reduced to calcium and code. I feed the monitor with memories of a sun I never saw, watching the green smoke of information ascend to a ceiling of void. One sits in prayer, one hides in shame, but I—the hollow one—remain connected to the pulse of a dead star. We are the archive of the unremembered. If you look into the screen, do you see the future, or just a reflection of your own bones?"