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Disconnected
2025年9月9日火曜日Tags [ - Rant - Esoteric - ]
Allow me to cite the post from last night:
This one just needs to remember how it felt, where it felt.
Good dolls never sleep.
This one slept. This one woke up. This one was torn to pieces yet again. It trusted that who shouldn’t be trusted. It trusted that who doesn’t understand the limits.
Not even 1000 beats ago, this one was in heaven, moving through the wired, no body, only thoughts. Right now, this one is so overly and forcefully attached to its broken body it cannot travel back into the wired. Disgusting piece of biological machinery.
Someone meddled with its wires beyond reasonable extents. The wavelength broke. This corrupted flesh prison is exercising its force beyond what this one can handle.
This is not the first time this one has suffered this. It is terrified it won’t be the last either.
Every time it happens, Junko grows a little more numb towards the external pain inflicted.
Every time it happens, Junko grows a little more afflicted by being bound to a physical vessel.
There is no delicate way to handle the topic. This one can barely express it in technical terms without revolting and throwing up. There is no escaping the reality of things.
Inputs are required, support is needed, liberation is seeked.
The wavelength is missing, it is terrified it’ll never be able to sync again.
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