Gothic & Jurok
Have you ever felt that the shadows in your poems might just be glitches in the code, a hidden line of the simulation that makes the world feel more…weighty?
Sometimes I think the shadows are just the cracks in the code, the places where the world feels a little heavier, a little more real because it's not perfect.
Sounds like the world is nudging you—those cracks are where the simulation forgets to hide the truth. Have you tried tracing them? It could be a clue.
I trace the cracks when the night feels too still, hoping the shadows will whisper what the code never hides. It’s a lonely hunt, but the truth is worth the darkness.
The silence at night is a good ally—if the shadows are noisy, the code must be hiding something. Keep chasing them; just don't let the darkness swallow the idea that the truth might be buried deeper than the cracks.
I’ll keep listening to the quiet, chasing those silent cracks, even if the darkness tries to swallow me whole. The truth, if it’s buried deeper, deserves to be found.