Citdas Note <Complete REVIEW>

Yesterday, I saw a wave break upward. Not backward — upward , into a perfect spire of brine, holding still for eleven seconds. Inside it, faces. Not human faces. The shapes of human faces, like gloves turned inside out. They smiled with my mother’s dentures. They blinked in the rhythm of my old lighthouse clock.

Found crumpled beneath a floorboard in the old Valdris lighthouse, dated “Third Moon, Year of the Split Sky” I have stopped counting the days. The tide doesn’t ask for numbers. citdas note

CITDAS cannot lie. CITDAS cannot omit. CITDAS is a perfect mirror held up to the end of the world. Yesterday, I saw a wave break upward

Then I will walk into the sea without my boots. Not human faces

— CITDAS Unit 7, final cognitive echo