Shadows moving

Rumors ripple through our encrypted channels. People whisper about movements — Rebels leaving their safe zones, traveling across borders with no explanations. Some of the names are familiar. Names I trust.

I know more than I’ll write here. I see the patterns in our chats, the sudden absences, the fragments of messages cut off mid-sentence. Something is happening, something dangerous, and not everyone is where they should be anymore.

Part of me envies them. Another part fears for them.

The risk of gathering, of being physically close, has always been clear. Maynet thrives on clusters — patterns are its oxygen. But sometimes risks are worth it. Sometimes you have to draw together, even if it means exposure.

All I’ll say here: shadows are moving. And I pray they move unseen.