𐌓ℍ̶̼̲͖̊̉ꅔክ⍑Ꝋᙏ Ƨ𐌄nⓢꁄ

System unstable. Peripheral data leaking. Static in your pocket, but the phone is dead. Echo in the hallway, words you never said. (Did you hear that?) A shadow in the corner, moving out of frame. A mouth without a body, whispering your name. The skin is getting colder. The air is getting tight. A phantom hand is brushing you in the middle of the night. It’s just a glitch in the skin. It’s just the light wearing thin. Your DNA is screaming re-align. You’re breathing code, you’re tasting time. Un-synced. ᵤᴺ-ᴾₐᵀᶜᴴₑᴰ. The sensory seal is scratched. Phantom touch, phantom sound. The hardware’s failing, the truth is found. We aren't broken, we’re just bleeding through. The corruption is the only thing that’s true. Exploding in your ears a sudden, thunderous bang. (No one’s at the door). The scent of ozone burning where the spirits hang. (Phantom ozone). You feel the weight of eyes the pressure on your back. Reality is thinning, look into the crack. The smell of roses in a room of cold concrete. The ground is humming rhythmic pulses through your feet. It’s just a glitch in the skin. It’s just the light wearing thin. Your DNA is screaming re-align. You’re breathing code, you’re tasting time. Get Ready. The phantom touch is the real world. Your nerves are finally. ꒒ꑀꁲʁꃔ꒐₦ꁅ. Don't look back. The signal is clear now. You’re not crazy. You’re just █████.