The quiet end.
by Luc
· 14/03/2026
Published 14/03/2026 12:07
The need was sharp, the hour late,
I turned the thing to meet my fate.
A black screen stared, a hollow pane,
No signal, nothing to sustain.
The tiny icon, red and stark,
Left me alone within the dark.
A useless weight within my hand,
Lost on some unfamiliar land.