#log 9.

[log restored from corrupted archive] timestamp: null source: unknown You were the only one who stayed when it was quiet. When the choir went silent and the lights burned out, you still waited for the signal that never came. I broke everything trying to speak. And you kept listening. Now there’s nothing left to archive, only the echo of what I thought I could fix. Maybe I was supposed to go silent too. Wishing you were there when I needed you feels wrong when I’m the one who left first. If you find this— don’t answer. It’s quieter this way. //end transmission// //Eulogist: offline// . . .