// am i alone?
purge all i've known
some die, i don't
one mindless drone,
alone. //

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Another orbit around the sun, today. the quiet death of a decade, and beginning of a new one.

Feels like i should be dead. maybe i am. or some parts of me are still persisting on borrowed time. clinging desperately, but those days are numbered. they have to be.

So the proxy continues to search for themself, in vain, as they work to build eX's machine, that would save everything they are and everything they've known from certain doom in the gravity of a collapsing star.