Echoes & Dust

DAY 001

I am recording this because the silence has become too loud. The world above is not responding. I am cataloging what remains.

DAY 004

The dust here is not ordinary dust. It carries weight. Memory. I have started calling it Echoes — it repeats things back to me that I never said.

DAY 012

Something happened outside. The feeds went dark at 03:14. I heard a broadcast in a language I almost understood. Then static. Then breathing.