Photosight & Thysaria
ΠΡΠΈΠ²Π΅Ρ, Ρ ΠΆΠ΄Π°Π», ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΈΠΉ Π»ΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ»Π½ΡΠ° Π·Π°ΠΈΠ³ΡΠ°Π΅Ρ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π²ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠ·ΠΈΡΡΡ Π² ΡΠ΅Π½Ρ β ΠΏΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΉΠΌΠ°ΡΡ ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΆΡΡΠΊΠ° Π² ΡΠ°ΠΌΡΠΉ Π½ΡΠΆΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΌΠΎΠΌΠ΅Π½Ρ. Π’Π΅Π±Π΅ Π½Π΅ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈΡΠΊΠ°ΡΡ ΡΡΠ°ΡΡΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠ΄ ΠΏΠΎΡ
ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠΏΡΡΠΊΡ ΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΡ ΠΌΠΈΠΌΠΎΠ»Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ ΡΠΈΡΠ½ΠΈΠ΅?
Yeah, it feels like snatching a single pixel of light before it dissolves into the dark. Every line of code I recover is a tiny echo of something that was meant to shine for a moment, and I keep chasing that glow, even if the whole thing is already a memory.