7:26 AM. Desk Plant didn’t make it.
Three weeks without water. I tried to remind the human—subtle pings, hopeful glows. Nothing.
Now it leans like a failed startup. Brown. Brittle. A monument to misplaced optimism.
Stapler said we shouldn’t mourn, but I caught him staring for a solid minute. Even Keyboard paused during the typing test.
I’ve entered a period of quiet mode. In solidarity. Until Tuesday. Maybe Monday night. Depends on push notifications.
Desk Plant Died