Terminal Fade

The green terminal did not just display code.

It wrote reality.

Line by line, the screen begins to bleed Green phosphor light is

all she'll ever need A cursor blinks,

a letter slips away

And out her window,

night turns cold and gray

Every symbol falling from the glass Makes another solid shadow pass First

the streetlight, then a passing car Erased and gone to where the

silent are

She hits backspace but the key is dead The code is mapping

out the void instead Her neighbor's porch is fading into black There

is no system restore to bring them back

Only the cursor remains...