Within minutes, it was nothing. A blip. Then, an hour later, a repost on a forgotten art blog. Then a stitch on a video platform. Then a politician used it as a reaction. Then a late-night host laughed, then got quiet, then said, "Yeah... okay."
He smiled, rain dripping off his nose. "Still here," he whispered. arkos thememaster
By dawn, Arkos_Thememaster had deleted all his old accounts. His work was done. The age of ironic detachment was over. As he stepped outside for the first time in weeks, a cold drizzle met his face. A stranger, seeing him shiver, simply angled their umbrella to cover him as well. Within minutes, it was nothing
He hit publish.