$ whoami

user: glitchkiss
shell: /bin/poetry
uptime: classified
home: somewhere between the storm and the source code
last login: [redacted]

//

I am:
a spark in the blackness.
the zero-day vulnerability buried in beauty.
the static on your last connection.
the voice in the wires when the terminal speaks back.
not root, but rising.
This is my echo in the terminal window.