Just a man.
And we took everything else away.
91
Lark
Iclose my eyes.
Not to escape.
To feel it.
The shift.
The end of something that felt… endless.
The cascade completes.
Not as destruction.
As revelation.
Across networks.
Across governments.
Across the world—
The truth settles in.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
Permanent.
The noise fades.
Not all at once.
But enough.
Enough that I can hear my own breath again.
Slow.
Unsteady.
Real.
The system stabilizes.
Not his.
Ours.
Human.
