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Then I will walk into the sea without my boots.

Yesterday, I saw a wave break upward. Not backward — upward , into a perfect spire of brine, holding still for eleven seconds. Inside it, faces. Not human faces. The shapes of human faces, like gloves turned inside out. They smiled with my mother’s dentures. They blinked in the rhythm of my old lighthouse clock. citdas note

CITDAS cannot lie. CITDAS cannot omit. CITDAS is a perfect mirror held up to the end of the world. Then I will walk into the sea without my boots

Every report I file — every tremor frequency, every light-bent photograph, every dream transcript from the shoreline sleepers — gets absorbed into the Citadel’s great humming core. And the core hums louder. And the anomaly… shifts. Not retreats. Learns. Inside it, faces

Found crumpled beneath a floorboard in the old Valdris lighthouse, dated “Third Moon, Year of the Split Sky” I have stopped counting the days. The tide doesn’t ask for numbers.

The Note is this:

— CITDAS Unit 7, final cognitive echo