Too quiet

Everyone is celebrating. I hear laughter outside, see lights strung up in windows. The war, they say, is over.

But when I open the system, there’s nothing. No dots, no signals, no traces. Just blank screens.

It’s supposed to feel like peace. Instead, it feels like standing in a field after the storm—silent, but with the air still heavy, waiting.

[2022-12-03 21:58] system.log
// silence

For the first time in months, there are no names to add to my wall, no logs to pin beside fading photos. I should be relieved. But I can’t shake the thought: silence is Maynet’s favorite mask.

Everyone else can celebrate. I’ll keep listening.