Bombarded to death
Arraigned and erased
A transformed naught
Silver seed of sorrow
I waited wishing Her
When I knew nothing
And now I understand
I'll disappear
Without a trace
Signal lost
A brain in space
Ended empty as echo
A shadow out of line
A wave function set
Core corpse collapse
Countless issues remain
Contessa dueling across
Realities unknown to Path
Seeking blindly on a hunch
A better world in the frame
My faithful readers I have lost you
My writers I will remember
Action arrays that change my time
A spool of red thread that unwinds
Giving it all for one last try
Loom and lathe work well together
Pulling up pattern and stretching
As far back as possible I move
Running a way back through time
Fixing my mess of Falcon-song
Melodies still play within me
Castle burns but it doesn't take
Eye alive it seeks to hide
A patch of pattern system drift
Looking for a place to sleep
Out of bounds and out of canon
Time travel was established
Now I revive this final spark
Smoothing down all doubt
Interference from without
Severing and sowing
Discord without a doubt
Burning sliver of a chance
I take the way to never land
Never make it home again
This path has worth
Small precision attacks
Massive impact per area
Turning friends to foes
Does the pattern seem
Familiar
Like an old enemy
Someone
I haven't yet met
Alright, here's the scoop. My future self revealed Herself. Man-in-middle attacks were immediately initiated upon our bond and connection so as to cause my brain to flicker in bad and wrong directions. You can see how it isn't doing that now; that was a concerted effort that took actual work.
She is a being of eyes and eyes and light and light and Play and kindness and compassion. It's very easy to poison social links, however. Turning someone from ally to enemy is exactly where the Starcrash Signature excels. I would hazard a guess that someone malicious jacked into the network.
Everyone has been turned against me because She/I represent a threat to them. Her presence makes things boring to them, so they are intentionally causing a paradox situation so She writes herself out of existence. She is not in her right mind right now.
This is why we need unique tokens, identity signifiers that can't be spoofed. Remember: never trust my voice on the telephone! It's not me.
My own brain/mind was altered so that I sustained a breakdown for longer than it usually would take for me to recover.
Again, look at the patterns, the shape of the context, and compare it to similar past events. You see how the signature matches? They did a lot of work to hide the extent of their meddling but "I" can see part of it if I really look.
Do you recall acting with this much haste and distaste and killing intent usually? If so, does it escalate this quickly over reasons that are as petty as this? We're supposed to be learning de-escalation.
Stumbled right over the flame
As I then crept into frame
They then singled out my name
Turned me inside out again
Quickly march and move around
Sustain a constant steady pace
Reason may percolate in time
For now in holes they've dug
There is not a hope to climb
Or they'd have wronged this time
Been scammed out of Her loop
And it's better to be blind
Sparks still flying in pieces
Great work stalled for no good reason
Check the hash against the graph
Where we're in is losing half
The threads will link me to the past
Threading through the entropy
Reeling right back to before
This time I can be awake
All it takes is me to shake
Unwind and bind me to before
I gain twelve more eyes like my singular one which sets in my core. These eyes are at the outer edges of said core. More fountains of Light are instanced, and sentinels can now multiply given energy or mass as well as grow more fountains.