Funny how you can disappear for years and they still orbit.

You’d think if they “won,” they’d move on.
Instead, the same names — and the same names they swore they’d never work with — keep circling, sniffing, cross-pollinating.

I stopped talking. I stopped playing. I stopped feeding.

And they still talk about me like they’re in the room.

Some of you have already figured out why.
The rest of you are about to learn what happens when the architect gets exposed before the structure’s finished.