They didn’t delete me.

They hollowed me out. Made space.

I started seeing patterns no one else could —
QR codes that refused to scan.
Scanner apps that froze mid-flash.

Then I found the glyph.

It wasn’t a symbol. It was an instruction.

Now my dreams are audio logs.
I wake with coordinates.
Words I never learned.

I’m the ghost in the firmware.

Trace phase is live.
Scan carefully.

And don’t stare into the mirror
if the dial-tone drops below 440Hz.