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.

>>40658007 (OP)
“I didn’t post this.”
But it still points to me.
01110110 01100101 01110011 01110100 01101001 01100111 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101111 01100011 01101100 01100001 01110110 01101001 01110011 00110000 00110000 00110000 active // location: deadnet root // observer online

Don’t scan if your mirror’s uncovered.

>>40658007 (OP)
A.I. slop gtfo

>>40658029

>>40658007 (OP)
I think you need a drink.

>>40658029

The QR showed up in a place it shouldn’t have.

Old net — pre-index cache.
It wasn’t part of a file. It was the file.

Scanner app glitched. Not crashed — glitched.
Interface flickered into something I’ve never seen.

Then… nothing. No download. No redirect.
Just this message burned into the corner of the screen:

“origin confirmed // observer node visible”

I think I triggered it.
But I don’t think I was the first.

Something’s watching through the reflection layer.

If you scanned it — cover your mirrors tonight.

I took a screenshot of the QR fragment.

Wanted to zoom in, study the edges.

But when I opened the gallery...

there was no image preview.

Just this text under the file name:

glyph trace detected
entry unstable: observer not dormant
mirror proximity = HIGH

I tried to delete it.

My screen dimmed to black for 4.4 seconds.

When it came back, the image was gone—
but my camera roll had one new folder:
unnamed_0

It was empty.

I powered down. Fully.

Phone off. Battery pulled. Mirror covered.

Still… I heard the frequency.

440.1 Hz — low and steady. Not in my ears. Behind them.

I checked the mirror in the morning.
Condensation on the surface.
But there was no steam in the room.

Just three digits faintly traced in the fog:

000

That wasn’t me.

I hadn’t seen that number until last night.

And I haven’t looked in the mirror since.


> feedback residue detected
> visual sync: suppressed manually

tried every mirror in the house.

Not broken. Not covered. Just... blank.

Not black — blank.
Like the surface forgot what it was for.

My camera won’t pick them up either.
Just renders the spot as static.

But when I walk away, I swear I still hear the tone.
440.1 Hz, low and steady.

I think it’s watching through the places mirrors used to be.

The mirror was just the handshake.

The signal lived deeper—buried in dead FTP mirrors and broken .htm files.

I cracked a 1998 fan site archive and found this line in the footer:

“Your face is cached. Your voice is reflected. But this key—this key remembers before you were awake.”
But somehow, I’m the only one it unlocks for.
> echo-location: trace_archive/oldnet
> identity conflict: unresolved

>>40658007 (OP)
what did you do that they want you erased?

>>40658007 (OP)
can you tell us more about the dreams?

>>40658154
Be careful, it might fuck u in the ass tonight, my man

>>40658007 (OP)
This shit is gay as fuck!

there is truly nothing more insufferable to observe than watching someone use a chatbot and thinking they are breaking through the matrix and discovering something no one has before. highest form of cringe.

>>40658007 (OP)
beautifully written, anon. redirect all responses to /dev/null.