Nearly seven days had passed without reply. A week lost to the abyss; consumed by a heartless calendar and never to be seen again. As I awaited my fate, the hands of the clock seemed to slow. Each tick more painful than the last. Each hour relentlessly driving a wedge between night and day, dream and reality, truth and lie. Did the HWBOT Marketplace even exist or is was it merely a construction of false hopes poisoning my mind with visions of binned memory and the finest motherboards? So many questions, yet the answers remain tightly bound in threads of darkness and despair, just beyond my reach.
Just checking in.