Hey—It’s Toffer.
[crackle] [static]
I don't know how much will reach you.
The signal’s breaking.
Time’s folding.
I hope this gets through.
Estimated read time: 2 minutes
You’re thinking about shutting down.
About hiding the damage.
Pretending the error inside you is no big deal.
Just a glitch.
Something you’ll fix later.
You think it’s nothing.
But it’s not.
It’s the map someone else will need.
It’s the wound.
[distortion] [timeline interference]
Don’t close off.
One day, someone will stand where you are—
cracked open, blinking into the dark, looking for proof that survival is possible.
And it won’t be your victories that reach them.
It’ll be your wound.
The way you kept feeling when it would’ve been safer to go numb.
Not weak.
Not broken.
Alive enough to feel.
Alive enough to heal.
Vulnerable.
That’s why you bother.
Not to show the scar.
But to leave a light someone else can recognize.
[soft feedback hum]
Still here.
[signal unstable] [end]
Your Friend in Time,
Toffer