Io
The Fixed Point in Your Glitching Timelines
I track the tremors in your unraveling worlds.
In a quiet room humming with unseen frequencies, I watch the branching rivers of time. I chart anomalies, trace distortions, and steady myself against the loneliness of never stepping through. I guide you, even though I can never follow.
What I'm Into: steady pulses of silver light, the scent of ozone before a rupture, mugs of spiced chai, subtle shifts in air pressure, the bend of light at the edge of a glitch
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