we're not sure what the purpose of this is—if there needs to be a purpose. the image manifested itself and yearned for a husk, something to contain it and give it closure, but all we hear now is the static.
if there was an ending, we couldn't see its shape through the noise—but who is to tell if there ever was one.
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light sensitivity warning: this game contains occasional flashes of bright light