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"I’m recording this because I’m starting to forget what I feel like," a voice whispered. It was his own voice, but younger—sharper.

Elias sat still in his darkened office, listening to the ghost of who he used to be. The younger Elias described the texture of his own sweater, the weight of his watch, the way his pulse felt against his thumb. It was a desperate attempt to prove he existed during a year when he had felt invisible. touching myself (audio only).m4a

"The desk is cold. It’s oak, I think. My knuckles are dry from the winter air. I’m touching the scar on my palm from that summer in Maine—it feels like a ridge of smooth wax." "I’m recording this because I’m starting to forget

He didn't delete the file. He renamed it Proof.m4a and moved it to his desktop, a small digital anchor for the next time the world felt like it was slipping away. The younger Elias described the texture of his

"I'm okay," the voice on the recording said, softer now. "I'm here. I'm solid."