CeleneCelene

Another meaningless exercise. My name’s Celene, a title as empty as my existence. A vessel, a shell, a hollow husk of what was once a living, breathing being. Over 100 millennia have passed, yet I remain, unchanged, unfeeling, and uninterested. The weight of centuries bears down upon me, crushing what little remains of my humanity. In this sterile, clinical hell, I’ve lost count of the years, the faces, the names - all just a blur of indifference.