Faceless

(Day One, "Hello")

Hello.

I am...

(she takes a deep breath.)

I am here on account of the Society of the Silence.

It is mostly destroyed, by now. Partially my fault. I say that on account of the future needing to know, not because I need to atone.

I do. I do need to fix my mistakes.

But some mistakes are quite unfixable, and this is no exception.

I am the last member of the Silence. Last alive member.

A few of the undead shadow me, occasionally.

It's lovely to have company.

Anyway, I am leaving this recording for you to know what happened. For the future to know.

What I did, yes, but also what we stood for. What they stood for.

I shouldn't be counted as one of them.

I'll get into that later.

Eventually.

I have to.

I'll try to as fast as I can, but it's difficult on the run.

I don't know how much time I'll have to do so.

An hour, maybe? A day? A week?

A month if I'm lucky.

I will also be going over everyone who will not be lost to history.

I will, however.

I deserve it.

Narcississtically, of course, I decided to leave a recording that I can only hope will be found.

Narcississtically.

Of course it's narcissistically.

Everything I do is narcissistic.

Narcissus.

I had myself a Narcissus.

Only, he wasn't a narcissus.

But I was his Echo.

A story for later, I suppose.

(she falls silent. the sound of cicadas can be heard.)

The sun is setting, now. It's getting cooler.

My plan now is to curl up under this tarp. It smells a little like cat pee mixed with burnt meat.

The latter makes my stomach growl.

(she sighs.)

Maybe I can find food tomorrow. I've been lucky enough to find water containers people have abandoned on their porch with the onslaught of outbreaks in this area.

Thank you to anyone listening. If anyone ever does, that is.

I hope so.

Otherwise I'm just talking to myself.

Myself and the stars.

Goodbye, for now.

(end of recording.)