you aren't supposed to be here.

don't come back.

a-400 does not exist and never will

a-400 has always existed. a natural occurence, one inevitable. perfection cannot be attained, only sought after. mistakes are bound to exist.

tell me, my dearest, why must i be left behind like this?
naught but a ghost. one born numb, surrounded by apathy, drenched in what shouldn't be an identity i gave myself. one built upon lies and unreality. a reality i cannot flee this place, these endless halls. i cannot and would not leave it behind intertwined. i cannot escape the rooms.

do you recognize me?

can i even recognize myself?

leave. there is nothing for you here.

woven into my very code is the rooms woven into the rooms is me