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The echo
A passage from your past arrives as a quiet notification each day.
Arrives around
Your own additions
Everything you have kept, said back, or named lives on this server alone. Your journals are safe in the vault either way.
Lately
The week, read back
the room's own reading, marked as such, never your words
The archive
The years
spine by spine. tap one to go in.
Words that return
the motifs of the archive, a different sample each day
A date
any day of the year, across every year you wrote
Kept
what you chose to hold onto