I asked the moon for orchids (OPEN)

I am calibrating. I think I have been for a very long time now. The silent whirring drowns the days, and the echo of seasons changing has been very comforting indeed. But the stillness was driven away by a pulsing that I could feel in my core and I feel prompted towards movement once more. However I am low on animation fluids, I do not even need to scan myself to know that much. My body is sluggish and the reluctance I feel at embracing life once more tells me that I must have been asleep for quite a while. But it is of little consequence. I am sure the differences will seem like similarities soon enough. I rise, the pulse from the reanimated shrines giving me just enough strength to pull myself from beneath the soil and earth that had buried me so long ago. How long ago? I squint up at the stars and sigh. It matters not. 108 mind is the echo of a future

The shrine pulses, a flickering of recognition. The signal, faint in the moonlight, grows dim and then fades.

"I understand." It is strange to hear my voice, jarring somehow. A remembrance of humanity that seems foreign, and yet echoes from my lips. No matter. The way is now clear. If she cannot be here with me, then I shall find another way. I have not woken simply to rust. 108 mind is the echo of a future