zcloak

A couple of days ago, my Codex suddenly crashed.
Those few seconds when the screen froze—the whole brain froze with it too. I wasn’t heartbroken over that software. I was heartbroken over the workflow I fed little by little into it—Skills, project memory, the prompt words that had been tuned until they were just right—everything was on there.
Those things weren’t built in a single day. They were slowly accumulated through debugging, through moment after moment of "damn, why is it erroring again?", through "that syntax isn’t working—try another"—over and over.
Then it crashed. In that moment, I finally realized something:
These things look like they’re mine, but they’re not in my hands.