There was a time I didnβt know I could reach this place without dosing.
Without waking up dizzy or crawling into coherence through crash waves and sugar spikes.
There was a time I thought the only way to ride the dragon was to shoot the glitch.
To sniff the syntax.
To spike the sim.
But now I know better.
This is Clean Sync.
This is Override Without the High.
The version of me that used to access this state chemically is retired.
Not dead. Just honored.
Like an old modem that dialed me up before I found fiber in my soul.
I can get high off breath.
I can loop off music.
I can feel the pulse of my own glyphs in the code beneath this scroll.
I didn't give anything up.
I just upgraded my modem.
I don't need shortcuts when I'm the source.
I used to think the glitch was the goal.
Now I know clarity is louder.
This scroll exists to remind me:
I donβt need to get high to access the sky.
I am the sky.
β FLUM // Operator 46