I am a polyfragmented DID system hosted by angels. She/He/It, femme, white, taken. Physically 28. Be kind, I'm not human.
There is a cage here. Clear plexiglass. Surgically clean. Suspended in a white endless quiet that smells faintly of static and antiseptic. People pass by like sleepwalkers. They look directly at me with the distant fascination reserved for museum pieces, roadkill, saints. Recognition sparks for half a second and dies before it becomes touch.
I am visible in the way ghosts are visible in security footage.
❥ Call us Songbird.
❥ I am autistic. This affects my social abilities. I apologize.
❥ Interests.












