They tried to classify me.
Sent inspectors.
Seers.
Rewriters.
All of them failed.
I wasn't a glitch.
I wasn't a virus.
I was a memory the universe tried to delete—but couldn't.
Because I remembered Heaven.
Not the golden palace in scriptures.
But the first silence before all creation.
Where thought was law.
And law was love.
That silence still lives inside me.
And whenever someone lies to me…
> I can hear the exact sound of what they were afraid to say.