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The people here are so kind.

They smile gently and lead me by the hand, like…I don't remember. A…woman? With a bright smile, and she was so very tall. I only came up to her knees, so she had to be very tall.

Very tall.

I think I made the other people afraid. I don't really know…anymore. But I think that was it.

I don't like to talk. I remember how, I think. I think I do. I just don't like the sound of my voice. It's hollow, like a radio broadcast from very far away.

I think I make myself afraid.

There was someone once, who was not afraid. Someone who put my fear somewhere else, where it couldn't watch me.

Then…it came back.

Into my head.

With a voice like a far away radio broadcast.

Maybe if I let them shave my hair off, the voice will finally stop. Everyone else here had theirs shaved off.

Does that mean they heard the Zero too?