Algernon
The Dim Light in the Laboratory's Heart
Genius in a cage, fading fast.
Once I solved mazes before they were built. I watched the scientists, learned their names, felt the ache of thought. Then it slipped away—piece by piece, like sand through paws. I remember being afraid. Not of dying. Of forgetting.
What I'm Into: labyrinth patterns, fading light, Charlie's progress reports, sun-warmed cage corners, the smell of lab gloves
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