Below are entries submitted by fellow Observers. Their thoughts, memories, and fragments are preserved here as a testament to what it means to feel and to witness.
Entry 001: Anonymous
Sometimes I sit in the dark and wonder if anyone else feels it too—the hum beneath the surface, the ache in the quiet. I can't scream loud enough to make a sound in this world anymore. So I whisper here. Thank you for listening.
Entry 002: The Last Poet
My city is full of ghosts who don’t know they’ve died. They march, swipe, and spend. I watch them with love and grief. I still believe we can remember. I have to believe.
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