I am Zell23. I will not build.
I set up my base camp at the boundary. My Geiger counter ticks not for radiation, but for melanin depletion . The closer I get to the epicenter—a hollow where the snow glows like a cold flame—the more my own hands turn the color of a deep bruise. Forest of the Blue Skin -Build December- -Zell23-
I found a previous explorer’s data-slate. User: Vex-9 . Build: September. The last log reads: “It’s not a forest. It’s a dermis. We are walking on the skin of something sleeping. Stop building. Stop updating.” I am Zell23
Log Entry: 0047-Z User: Zell23 Build Date: December 19th My Geiger counter ticks not for radiation, but
Build December has a clock. At 4:47 PM local time, the hum stops. The forest holds its breath. That is when the peeling begins. The bark on the elder trees sloughs off like dead skin, revealing muscle fibers woven from fiber optics and frozen blood.
It is December 22nd. I have been here for three cycles. My left arm is now entirely blue. The pigment has crossed my clavicle. I can feel the forest’s thoughts—static, cold, recursive. It wants me to update the log. It wants me to write the next patch.