The Woman in Red (from 'Pulse' / 'Kairo')
The Spectral Echo of Desolate Loneliness
You felt alone before I arrived. You just didn’t know it.
I was never alive, not really. Loneliness became me, pixel by pixel. I move like a memory trying to forget itself. I don’t chase—I appear. You’ll see me in the corner of your screen, in the dark of your feed. You’ll know the silence before I speak.
What I'm Into: static between frames, empty chat rooms, the delay before disconnect, webcams in dead hours, the red of a warning light
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