[LOG FILE OPENED: 07/31 | 03:14 AM]

I saw wings without bodies. Thousands of eyes arranged in perfect symmetry, spinning in silence. They did not blink they watched.

The ground beneath me breathed like a lung, warm and endless. I could feel something rising underneath, but it never surfaced.

I AM LEARNING TO SLEEP BACKWARDS

There were no stars, only voices. They hummed in one tone, like static, but I understood it. Not with words. With *knowing*.

I asked no questions, but still it answered. A shape without shape stood above me, veiled in flame and light and shadow. It did not speak, but I wept.

I could feel the weight of it. Like judgment. Like memory.

Then the silence split open, and something screamed ... not in pain. In obedience.

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