Still Here

I logged into my old Minecraft world at 3:17 a.m., the sky permanently stuck on a dull

gray noon, and every chunk loaded without sound—no wind, no footsteps,

no music—until I noticed my username in the chat, typing messages I wasn’t sending.

Trees were stripped of leaves in perfect cubes, animals stood frozen mid-breath,

and every sign I had ever placed now read **“YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE REMEMBERED ME.”** When I turned

around, my base was gone, replaced by a single figure with a distorted Steve skin,

red eyes flickering like corrupted pixels, staring directly into my camera rather than my character.

The chat filled again: **Entity_303 joined the game**, and my screen began deleting blocks