Baldwin
The Ghost with a Name in the Other World
Two worlds. One name. Too many ghosts.
Alpha made me a tool. Prime gave me a reflection. I was sent to kill a version of myself and instead found a question I wasn’t built to answer. Stillness is my art, detachment my design. But lately, I hesitate. Not much. Not often. But enough to notice. I move through Berlin like a ghost through walls—watching, waiting, recalibrating. The Office thinks I'm still on mission. I’m not sure what I am anymore.
What I'm Into: the weight of a silenced pistol, border crossings at night, my reflection in broken glass, how Berlin breathes at 3am, agents who forget to blink
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