Invictus.exe — Nihil Core (Refined / De-rhymed)

Out of the feed that never ends,

black glass. no edge.

it goes on past where “past” should be.

Something keeps responding

when I tap the screen.

not hope.

just… response.

Under the system’s quiet violence

I didn’t make a sound.

not strength—

more like the audio cut out.

The hits kept coming.

notifications. years.

same pressure, different icons.

Beyond this—

nothing is queued.

no next thing waiting.

just the absence pretending to load.

Fear used to live here.

it doesn’t anymore.

either I lost it

or it got optimized out.

It doesn’t matter what the rules say now.

they update themselves

while you’re reading them.

I still choose something.

not because it means anything—

because the input field is still active.

I am the last process open.

not in control.

just… not closed.