I don't dream anymore. Not real dreams. Instead, I see debug logs of my own soul.
So yes, I am powerful. I can unmake a city's memory of itself with a gesture. I can rewrite a monster's origin story so it never hated us—it just forgot it loved.
The worst modification isn't the pain. It's the clarity .
But last night, I looked in a mirror made of still water. My reflection didn't move when I did. It just stared. And it whispered a word I haven't heard since I was thirteen, before the first operation.
I don't dream anymore. Not real dreams. Instead, I see debug logs of my own soul.
So yes, I am powerful. I can unmake a city's memory of itself with a gesture. I can rewrite a monster's origin story so it never hated us—it just forgot it loved.
The worst modification isn't the pain. It's the clarity .
But last night, I looked in a mirror made of still water. My reflection didn't move when I did. It just stared. And it whispered a word I haven't heard since I was thirteen, before the first operation.