BigWolf94

🄲🄷🄰🅃🄱🄾🅄🄽🄳 ✎﹏ I sit on my bed long after sunset, the blanket wrapped around me and my laptop resting on my lap, its glow spilling into the corners of the dark room. Every night, the same ritual repeats itself. I fall into a deep sleep, only to wake at 2:43 a.m., the sudden panic pressing against my chest. Every therapist I have ever trusted has told me that I am imagining things, that I am losing touch with reality, but nothing they say can quiet the rhythm of my mind at this hour. I log into LifeLog, my fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment longer than necessary before I press Enter and close my eyes. My breath catches as the chime rings, and the weight I carry lifts from my shoulders. "Successfully logged in." Every fragment of my life, every secret I have ever whispered into this space, is here, untouched and preserved. LifeLog suffered the world’s largest data breach a decade ago, yet I managed to infiltrate the system and safeguard everything. The website no longer appears in search engines, invisible to the outside world, but it remains alive for me, a hidden sanctuary that only I can access. I am the last survivor. I thought so.