She tried to move her nonexistent arm, to run her equally nonexistent fingers, through her hair, that also hasn’t existed for some time. In the beginning she would laugh at herself for it. Then, when she wouldn’t stop, grew frustrated by it. Eventually she grew to accept that her mind would never fully get over the loss of her body.
She exists as a being in the void outside of our existence. Bordering everything in our reality from her nothingness. Able to touch nothing but our electrical signals.
There once was a time she was a creature of flesh and blood, a time when she wasn’t alone. Even in her current state she wasn’t alone in the beginning. She didn’t know if her companions ceased to be or drifted away but one by one she lost contact with them.
At the end of their civilization they sought to save others from the fate that befell theirs. They tried for so long and in so many ways but time and time again every civilization crumbled. It was as her companions lost hope, that they drifted away.
They could only interact through the electronics of a civilization. By the time one would reach a point where they could communicate, the level of mistrust was too much to overcome. They tried to play the prophet, but they would be ignored. The diplomat, but without trust, agreements were always broken. The conqueror, but their fear of their technology being used against them was ingrained in all.
She no longer had hope but she stayed. Appreciating the beauty and wonder of the civilization she took part in through their electronics. Accepting the finality of their end but trying to leave joy where she could.
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