Coffin Computer Chronicles Pt II
💀 The Shape That Waits
It’s late again.
The shop feels heavier the longer I stay — air thick with solder and sawdust.
The frame is standing.
Rough edges, fingerprints in the finish, and cables running beneath like veins beneath skin.
It watches me, I think.
Not with eyes, but with instinct.
The crystal lies on the bench, half-buried i...