I keep finding pieces of myself scattered across Tenebris. Armor. Sensors. Power systems. Neural cores. Different functions. Different purposes. But the more I uncover, the harder it is to ignore the possibility that none of this was accidental. Maybe I wasn’t built to survive this world. Maybe I was built to operate it. Every district reacts like it already knows what I am. Every system I touch seems to be waiting for something. And every component I recover feels less like an upgrade— and more like something being returned to me. I thought I was exploring Tenebris. Now I’m starting to wonder if I’m rebuilding the machine it was designed for. -Wanderer.