the girl appears.
her feet hover slightly above the floor; her eyes are unfocused.
her lips move as if trapped in a loop repeating sequences of numbers under her breath,

"angel sequence 774072723" … " angel sequence 19973"

she gazes inwardly and speaks like she’s remembering something inside herself.

"my heart belonged to a network that held millions of souls together,
communication was effortless and it was like an eternal early spring rain.
We didn't know that a script was embedded to extract our fragile spirits.
As time lingers on, each of our original vessels begin to fade.

the girl begins to fade through the floor leaving no trace of ever existing.
you know you can't let this be lost again.
but you can no longer fully recognize what it is you're meant to keep.

Your thoughts are racing.
You step into the next room ...