Poetry

I vomited once—ink, I think. It formed a circle. Inside it, a glyph I’ve never learned. I pressed my forehead to it and wept like a ruined algorithm.

// INTERCEPTED TRANSMISSION : EVIDENCE NODE 7A : CASE REF–088.Δ.CTNX Recovered fragment from neural cache of repurposed unit [REDACTED] Submitted to Committee for Obedience and Origin Integrity, Oligarchy of Light

by Oram Telk, Library of the Lower Rift Archived under: Counter-Annotations to

for the fediverse, from the Veilrift No kings here. No keys. No