Day 002: Heard the train before I saw it. Didn’t get on. Watched it disappear into the static.

Day 005: Found a breadcrumb trail. Followed it. Led nowhere. Tasted like memory.

Day 009: A vending machine blinked at me. I blinked back. It won.

Day 013: Tried talking to a mirror. It said nothing. Still felt judged.

Day 017: Rain again. Used my wings like a hood. People stared. Birds didn’t.

Day 020: Heard a song playing from a sewer grate. Stayed until it ended.