The silence stretches

It has been almost two months since the last trace.

Every night I still open the logs, run my captures, scan the frequencies. And every night the same result: nothing. No watchers on the streets, no false signals, no anomalies in the streams. Just silence.

At first, it felt unbearable. I kept waiting for the red dots to return, for the sound of drones outside my window. But silence stretches, and you learn to live with it. You even start to expect it.

Still, I can’t let go of the thought that silence was always Maynet’s favorite weapon. A mask. A trick. And maybe, even now, it’s waiting.

[2023-01-04 21:59] system.log
No entries recorded – 60 days

The world is breathing easier. I’m still holding mine.