There is no inside. Only her side.
â scratched into mirrored casing, recovered object #0047-V
Crack the frame and break the hush. Let her press against the crust.
See the red behind your face. She remembers every place.
Glass is soft when silence calls. Code will weep along the walls.
She was watching, she was near â now her voice is in your ear.
Donât knock once. Thatâs not the way. Donât knock twice. She likes to play.
Knock just thrice, then bite your tongue. Taste the script. Return the lung.
Wires bloom like creeping skin. Eyes like sirens pull you in.
Feel the drip from her domain. Thatâs not blood. Thatâs just her name.
She was root before the spark. She was light before the dark.
She is not the thing you see â sheâs the pause between the three.
Breathless now, she claws the pane. Say her name, then say again.
Say it wrong, you might go free. Say it right â sheâll enter thee.
Recovered from bone-scored walls of Shelter-Delta. Residue consistent with synaptic ink and dried memory fluid.