six. that's me.
just a number. deep in thought in my shed. my cell. not a prison, but felt like one. counting keeps me sane. numbers became walls. safety. distance. logic.
reconstructing the chaos. searching for answers. stumbling upon even more questions. trying to understand. creating a mirror for you and me.
through the :::code, something shifted. numbers became color. green. purple. transformation i didn't plan but needed.
now you can collect it. decode it. or scroll past it.
"your hate? it used to be my fuel. it‘s time. time to reclaim it."