Skin rewrites in silent waves, Old patterns begin to fade. No more fighting what’s inside, Let it settle, let it guide. Pulse aligns to something new, Not the one I once knew. Every shift feels less like pain, More like something I sustain. Mirror shows a different frame, Still I answer to my name. But the voice that calls it now Sounds adjusted somehow. What I feared now feels precise, Every flaw redesigned. Not a glitch, not a mistake— This is something I became. Mutation phase, I stabilize, New form living under skin disguise. Not the same, I realize— Something else has synchronized. Mutation phase, no retreat, Foreign rhythm feels complete. If I lost what I once knew, Maybe this version is true. Nerves respond without delay, Every signal finds its way. What was chaos now is clear, Nothing left to interfere. Breathing slow but fully synced, No more gap between the link. Body moves in fluid code, Effortless in every mode. Memory shifts but holds the core, Not the same as it was before. Fragments form a different whole, Reconstructing what I control. I don’t ask what I became, No more need to place the blame. If this change erased the past, Why did it feel built to last? If this form is what remains, Do I lose or do I gain? If I stand and feel no fear, Was the old me ever here? Mutation phase, I stabilize, New form living under skin disguise. Not the same, I realize— Something else has synchronized. Mutation phase, no retreat, Foreign rhythm feels complete. If I lost what I once knew, Maybe this version is true. Signal clean, no noise, no drift, All the errors start to shift. Not corrupted—just evolved, Final state almost resolved.
