The world was quiet again.
Not in the peaceful, sleepy way a classroom might be on a rainy afternoon, but in the haunting quiet that followed after something broke. Not shattered with sound, but dismantled with meaning.
Jay sat alone, he thought, beneath a sky stitched together by someone who'd never seen the real thing. The constellations were wrong. There were too many moons. The shadows moved without a light source.
And yet… he wasn't surprised. Not anymore.
The system that used to chirp in his ear was silent. No pings. No missions. No synthetic voice reminding him to collect daily rewards. Just silence. For the first time since his "awakening," Jay felt alone again. But not the lonely kind. A different kind.
The Observer was gone. Or perhaps… watching from too far to intervene.
He exhaled and laid back, resting on the artificial grass beneath him. Every breath felt strange, as if the air was loading, one particle at a time.
"Am I real again?"
The thought drifted by.
