صوت مشترک

The warning doesn’t go away. It follows me. Quiet. Persistent. [User stability decreasing.] Every step I take. Every breath. It’s there. Watching. Measuring. Judging. Good. Let it watch. I’ve been judged my whole life. Nothing new. I stop in the empty hallway. Windows to the side. Sunlight cutting through. Clean. Bright. Fake. My reflection stares back at me. Different. Not the same body. Not the same face. Sharper lines. Less weight. Eyes colder. Alive in a way they