Year’s end

The year began in shadows. Developers vanishing. Voices caught in static. Droves of watchers in the streets.

It ends in silence.

Between those two points, we fought. We mapped. We freed. We struck. And somehow, impossibly, we won.

But I can’t call this an ending. Not yet. Maynet vanished, but silence is not death. It’s waiting.

[2022-12-29 23:41] summary.log
Recovered: ALL
Nodes offline: CONFIRMED
System activity: 0

I’ll write into the new year, because echoes don’t stop when the voice falls quiet.

For now, I’ll allow myself this: gratitude. For those still here. For those who returned. For those who didn’t.